Chapter 256: Don't Beat Mei Xiang

The place that Chu Hao and Kongtong agreed on was a place outside the Yuntian Capital.

Since the two of them were in different places on the mainland, it would take time to rush over, so Chu Hao only agreed two days later.

At this moment, Chu Hao's mood was unusually calm. There is no impatience and restlessness, only calm. When everything is almost ready, when it is occasionally and inevitably in the hands of one person, why should he bother with so many things?

In Chu Hao's heart, this would be the chance he had always wanted to taste, of course, provided that nothing else happened. After all, Jihua belongs to Jihua, but people are not as good as heaven after all. - Take the recent example of the Spirit Alliance as a bloody lesson, losing the wife and losing the army.

I contacted Wu Lang before and knew that the latter was in Tao Ran Curie in Shenglong City. In the past five years, Wu Lang has been running around, although he has also participated in the refining of some magic weapons, but after all, his cultivation is too low, he does not have as much energy and spirit as a young man, he consumes too quickly, and he naturally ages faster.

The news over the years was almost brought to Chu Hao by Wu Lang from the outside, and the source of the news was naturally with the so-called Bizhuang Jiaohaode Tao Ranju.

Chu Hao now knew very well in his heart that Tao Ranju's second sect master had already met with him, and he also learned from Chen Honghong that the latter must know his true cultivation. And extending from here, it is not difficult to guess that Bizhuang, which is nothing, is just a pretense.

However, even though the two sect masters knew these truths, they still didn't take any action against Chu Hao.

This made Chu Hao very puzzled. Although this matter was a good thing for him, the methods of the two sect masters were too unreasonable and unpredictable.

Starting from this aspect, you should be able to know that the magic weapons, treasures and pills given to Tao Ranju are all from your own hands. With so many treasures in his body, if Chu Hao has been exposed as the sword elder of Bizhuang, it will not only lead to the disaster of killing, but also the crime of conceiving Bibi.

All of this has long been taken for granted in the cultivation realm where murder and treasure grabbing are endless. But the performance of the two sect masters was really a little strange, not only did he not express any anger and covetousness towards Chu Hao, but even wanted to help.

Was it just because of those benefits that Chu Hao had given him, a treasure weapon, and those pills?

However, these may be very valuable to a large sect, but for a Jindan monk who is about to ascend, they are not as important as imagined.

And Chu Hao now doesn't know whether the old man in the green shirt who has always represented Tao Ranju and met him knows the fact that he is not a Jindan monk, but judging from Wu Lang's contact with him in the past five years, it seems that it is hazy and difficult to see the truth, and he is not sure.

But the time had come, and it was a godsend, Chu Hao was unwilling to wait until the Purple Cloud Sect recovered its vitality before retaliating against it. There were too many changes like that, and he couldn't bear it, he couldn't bear it.

After all, the pretense of Bizhuang has not been delayed for a day, so the danger of being exposed for one more day is not a long-term solution!

In less than half a day, Chu Hao came to the edge of Shenglong City, and from a distance, Yuzhu Mountain was snow-white, and there was a lot of snow, covering the entire mountain, and the branches and grasses were all unmelted white. Looking along the heights, there is a Taoist temple, the whole world is white, only the plum blossoms in the Taoist temple are still fragrant, proudly blooming.

After hesitating for a moment, Chu Hao looked around and saw that there was no one around, and then he fell.

Walking outside the Taoist temple, Chu Hao took a deep breath, used the stealth technique, and walked in. I saw a woman standing in the courtyard with only her back, as if staring at the plum blossoms in the yard.

She is tall and tall, with a straight back and a thin waist, and wears a pure silk pale white shirt on the upper body, and a floor-to-ceiling skirt with excellent embroidery materials underneath. The woman's green hair is different, although she can't see her appearance clearly, but her posture and posture are peerless, graceful and clear.

It's just that her temperament is too sad and sad, just like these plum blossoms that no one comes to appreciate in the other courtyard, even if they bloom in the cold winter, and then they are enchanting, they are self-pitying and self-appreciating.

Chu Hao looked at the woman's back in a daze, and didn't make a sound.

Time passed like this, minute by minute, the woman didn't turn around, but Chu Hao's feet moved a few times, but he still couldn't take a step when he reached Zuihou, at this moment, his feet were as heavy as lead, and one step was like a mountain.

The back was divided into pieces by the falling snow, and even he didn't expect that even he would make his mood so heavy and so difficult to speak. This plum blossom is general, only one season of Zhaohua, in addition to appreciation, who can bear to blaspheme it?

In half an hour, the woman's shoulders were already covered with a thin layer of snow frost, and a few patches of snow white were left on the green silk. The color is pure and beautiful, but it is also sad.

With a heavy sigh, time and space froze in place, all the emotions as inaudible as the sound of breathing, but they were clearly present.

In the middle of heaven and earth, it was so bright that only two people and a courtyard of plum blossoms remained.

Chu Hao knew in his heart that as long as he eliminated the stealth technique at the moment, as soon as he opened his mouth, the woman would turn around and then rush into his arms desperately.

Or, if he only takes a few steps forward and embraces her sorrows and grievances in his arms, he can make all his troubles melt away, and let her and his regrets melt away with the snow.

But Chu Hao knew that he couldn't do it. The prodigal son career in Wuchongtian for many years made him not understand what the true love was, and made him lose himself. But in the double heaven, he felt real warmth.

He didn't want to endure the pain of loss again like he did when he lost Lin Yue'er, and his shoulders couldn't shoulder such a heavy responsibility. The way of heaven can be done, but the way of heaven cannot be done!

At this moment, he knew that he had done something wrong, he had decided on one direction, and he should not try other directions! In life, nothing can be perfect! He should not even come to disturb her life when he left the ruins of the heavens.

Affectionate and hateful since ancient times, good dreams are the easiest to wake up. It's hard to get rid of the flowers, and the poor flying flakes are too floating.

Since ancient times, there has been affection and hatred, and it is difficult to find a lover here. When the love is exhausted, it turns ruthless, and ruthlessness is more tiring than passionate.

I have never been a person of this double heaven, and I am not really the son of that world.

The person you have to wait for will never be me.

It's cold, but Xiao Wang still remembers the poem, it's still very warm, very warm - that feeling, I'm afraid I will never forget this plum blossom like a plum blossom, blooming in the loneliest winter.

I'm sorry that you will be the one who is ruthless.

Say goodbye like this, good for you and good for me.

Quietly, a cold wind suddenly blew in the courtyard, and there was no sound anymore.

I don't know how long it took, the woman turned her head slowly, and on her beautiful face, a pair of sad eyes stared at the two deep and shallow footprints on the snow at the gate of the yard.

Suddenly, she opened her mouth, but found that something was blocked in her throat, and the bitterness instantly spread from her mouth to her heart...... The two rows are cold, and the snow sprinkled on the face is completely melted......

Behind her, a plum blossom, the flower withered in an instant, and before it could survive the winter, it slowly fell down in the courtyard with the wind, crimson as the bright red of memory, buried in the snow.

Soon after, there was a sound of a harp in the courtyard, and then a faint and whispered cappella sounded:

The dream lingers in the secluded hometown of Jingchun, the mandarin duck is in love, and the Luan Huang urges the overlord.

If you want to break your gut and smell it, you are the saddest at night. Acacia is looking forward to bosom friends, Chanjuan lotus color, and small lotus dragonflies.

Thousands of miles but the words are the same spirit, and the tears and rain are wet and wet

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The tail note of the first string of zuihou is too long, like Chu Hao's broken heartstrings in the sky, echoing for a long time. Chen Honghong sighed in Chu Hao's mind, faint and long, and did not say anything to mock for the first time.

Reaching out and wiping the corners of his eyes, Chu Hao gritted his teeth and flew away from Yuzhu Mountain, never looking at it again.

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When this chapter came out, Xiao Qi knew that there would definitely be readers and friends who were dissatisfied, but he still wrote it like this. The protagonist's state of mind does not change, and he can't adapt to the more cruel cultivation realm.