Chapter Twenty-Four: Pure Yang Disciple
The Qixiu woman, whose name was not yet known, was still crying. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ο½iqugeγ ο½ο½fo
Chunyang shook his head and smiled helplessly.
"What are you crying about, Master Dao, I violated the ban of the teacher, rushed all the way to Yangzhou, and fished you out from the sea of corpses and blood, not to let you cry to me. β
The crying gradually put away, and Chunyang's eyes and face closed slightly.
"Lone Meng, I'm tired, why don't you dance for me again. β
This seemed to be his last wish, and the woman named Lone Dream replied dryly.
Inadvertently, the tears on her face had disappeared cleanly, and she had returned to her original appearance with light makeup and red lips.
Dance low willow building heart moon, singing peach blossom fan bottom wind.
This may be the most heartfelt song she danced in this life, and it is also the most moving song, in the light flight of the feather coat, Chunyang slowly closed his eyes.
"This Huangquan, if you are still Qixiu and I am still pure yang, I will marry you againγ»γ»γ»γ»γ»γ»"
The wonderful dance stopped suddenly, and Lone Dream and the two little Lori pounced on the Taoist together.
The crying was mixed with the bitter resentment of the Qixiu woman.
"Scumbag, you get up for me! Do you know how much the old lady has suffered for you to change from Bing Xin Jue to Yunshang Heart Sutra!" she said at the end, although she pulled up Chunyang's collar, it was obvious that her hands were very careful, and she didn't have much strength, as if she didn't want to disturb his deep sleep.
Only the two little Lori in the Taoist robe were still screaming non-stop in the senior brother.
Everything in the world has a cause, and this may be an opportunity for Xuan Ming.
So, he took a few steps forward and did something that was basically in line with his identity.
"Supreme Heavenly Venerable, girl, life and death are fateful, this is also my senior brother's fate, don't be too sad. β
A familiar robe appeared beside Lone Meng, just like her first meeting with the deceased. I saw that she slapped her backhand without thinking, and slapped Xuan Ming's face with a bang.
"You scumbags, get out of here, my mother doesn't want to see you!"
A clear anthurium print appeared on Xuan Ming's face, it hurt hotly, and he helplessly covered his face with one hand, but he never retreated.
"Alright, Lone Dream. Bell seemed to know the woman and had been comforting her.
Maybe she was tired of crying, the two little Loli fell asleep one after another, and Lone Dream also lay on the shoulder of the bell and was silent.
Squatting down to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of the eyes of the two little Lori, Xuan Ming picked them up and handed them to Liuying and Su Yan respectively.
Liu Ying smiled: "Daoist Xuan Ming, you are really welcome." β
"Everyone is a son and daughter of the rivers and lakes, forgive me. β
Su Yan sniffed at the little Lori she was holding, and asked, "It's a cute little girl, but aren't you Chunyang closed the mountain, why do they still stay outside?"
Xuan Ming pretended to shake his head deeply, he didn't answer, and he couldn't answer.
He pressed his hands on the corpse of the dead Pure Yang disciple, and touched something like a book, and his heart was secretly happy.
His hand was non-stop, unbuttoning the shirt of the Pure Yang disciple.
Everywhere you look, there are bandages.
"It's all shallow knife wounds, if it weren't for the true qi to protect the body, it wouldn't be able to survive at this time. Mo Yu squatted down, touched it with his hand, and sighed.
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At night, Jiangyin Tangmen Annex, guest room.
Xuan Ming sat quietly cross-legged on the bed alone, with two books on the table.
"Taixu Sword Intent" and "Heavenly Sword Potential"
There were still personal notes of the Pure Yang disciple in the book, and Xuan Ming had already read them all.
After trying to cultivate, he found that he couldn't feel the sense of qi in his body at all, thinking that he didn't feel hungry without food for a day, Xuan Ming was a little more convinced of Chu Yudi's analysis. This is just a fantasy of the Shenzhou Sword Shrine, not a real reality.
The door was gently pushed open, and Chu Yudi walked in with a jug of wine.
"Brother Xuanming, do you remember?"
"Hmm. Brother Yudi, you sent me out, but you stayed here, what do you want?"
"Haha, I've gotten a lot of benefits, and I'm going to do something useful to make up for it. Drink bar, although there is no smell of alcohol here, but you and I can still have a sense of it. β
The more the truth is discovered, the more false the false becomes.
The pot of wine brought by Chu Yudi was bland and tasteless, but it still made Xuan Ming drunk.
"These two cheats, wait for those two pure yang little Lori to wake up and give them to them. β
"Okay, you really believe me, Brother Xuanming. β
"Brother Yudi, we also called life and death together in the sword mound, what do you believe or not. β
"Haha, Brother Xuanming, if someone in Yaxuan Pavilion comes to look for me after you go out, you can just talk to them directly, just say that I am reversing the fate of Jiangyin on the 81st day by myself, and I will naturally go back after the matter is completed. β
"Eighty days with allegiance, the figure of the Seventeenth Dynasty of Taizu. 100,000 people died with one heart and left 300 miles of rivers and mountains in the Ming Dynasty. Even if it's just a false sword mound illusion, it's still exciting to think about. β
"Hahahaha-"
Chu Yudi's laughter was still echoing in his ears, and Xuan Ming opened his eyes suddenly, finding that he was still in the Beidou Evil Cloud Seal. The surrounding blood mist composed of thick resentment had dissipated without a trace.
His master Chi Qi was looking at him with a serious face, not only Chi Qi was serious, but also Senior Sister Xuan Chao, friend Liu Yingsu and so on. Of course, it also includes "Tang Dieche", who just shot him an arrow in the illusion.
The little junior sister closed her eyes tightly, and also covered the eyes of the little girl next to her.
Xuan Ming felt that he needed to speak first on this occasion, so he asked, "Master, who are you?"
Chi Qi replied lightly: "It's nothing, I just watched a documentary about a massacre that is inappropriate for children." After she finished speaking, purple qi appeared on her face, and she pointed at Xuan Ming with one hand.
I saw a purple qi flying straight towards Xuan Ming along her jade hand, first filling the Beidou Evil Cloud Seal, and then it was like building a purple bridge to cross the qi. Chi Qi's true qi in the whole body emanated in the body and dispersed outside the body, gradually forming a purple mist, making her like an immortal.
"Master, we have never seen you use this trick, did you really save a hand on your own apprentice as the second senior brother said?"
Xuan Ming's mouth was poor, and at the same time he sat cross-legged on the ground, waiting for Chi Qi to use his move.
"In vain, not only will the villain die from talking too much, but the decent will actually die from talking too much. β
After the daily ridicule, Beidou was dragged by Chi Qi and flew up from the ground more than half a person high, surrounding Xuan Ming.
Then the purple qi beside Chi Qi seemed to have found an impact mouth, and poured straight down her jade finger to the cloud seal.
The clouds are flying, and the purple glow is dark. Xuan Ming seemed to be riding the wind.
In the exclamation of everyone, the last trace of purple qi left Chi Qi's fingers, and she then spread her arms as if to embrace heaven and earth.
Looking from the sky, the purple glow and cloud seal surrounding Xuan Ming gradually turned into a huge Taiji diagram.
A few traces of cold sweat oozed from Chi Qi's forehead, and she scolded, as if she was pushing a thousand catties of huge things.
Tai Ji Tu slowly turned along her mind, and then turned faster and faster, and Xuan Ming, who was in the middle, was so stimulated that he could only close his eyes tightly.
Tai Chi is rolling, and it seems to be the black and red Tai Chi diagram in his dantian and his Yan Shan true qi.
Xuan Ming's mind suddenly darkened, his examination of the dantian was interrupted, and when he felt it again, there was no true qi in his whole body.
In the eyes of the outside world, the Tai Chi purple mist surrounding Xuan Ming became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared into Xuan Ming's waist.
Xuan Ming opened his eyes, the purple mist in front of him had disappeared, and he didn't have time to ask the master why, so he was startled by Chi Qi's current appearance.
"Master, your hair?!"