Chapter 900

Let Lu Zhengkang say that the EMU is more comfortable than the train. However, on the other hand, the seats of the EMU only face one side when they can sit opposite each other on the train. Lu Zhengkang also wants to be able to watch the scenery with qingningzi leaning against the window. Now he can only sit on the side near the aisle, let Nezha sit in the middle, and qingningzi leaning against the window. He is really watching the scenery.

When she saw the scenery, Lu Zhengkang looked at her. When the train left the non-human City, it was still sunny, so qingningzi's face was very bright by the sun, and the yellowish light penetrated her texture, just like a crystal stone carving. When she was silent, Lu Zhengkang could not imagine her thinking. There were steel frames and telephone poles outside the window, and the shadow came from qingningzi's bright room His cheeks twinkled, and the light in his eyes faded, like a campfire in the suburbs at night.

Lu Zhengkang looked down and saw Nezha playing with his mobile phone quietly.

He felt comfortable, and the carriage was quiet. Before dinner, everyone kept silent and used mobile devices to obtain information to maintain mental activity. Most modern people kept eating all the time, whether it was material or spiritual. What Lu Zhengkang saw were men, women, old and young, tall and thin, all cramming ducks.

In front of his eyes flashed the porous pale mask, recalled the snake that was silently rotating in the void, remembered that at the end of the century, the sky outside was gloomy, the motor car drove into the shadow of the clouds, and he looked at qingningzi. Her cheek covered with a light gray shadow, but also very good, like a peach in the shade, is still a pink rainbow provoking dizzy color. A quiet cheek, padded with a hundred miles of green fields, looks like her dimple, the green top of the mountain covered by cloud haze, and on the tip of her bun, it looks like a pearl inlaid with white feathers.

She is still calm. Her calm eyes reflect the mountain and the sky. In such a wide world, Lu Zhengkang knows that he will have his own place.

Qingningzi blinked. Keep looking at the scenery.

Somehow, Lu Zhengkang was a little tired, but he chose to close his eyes and put his attention back to heaven.

Lu Zhengkang, a good elder martial brother in Kunlun palace, understands the route of Zhonglu daomen through his eyes. Kunlun palace has combined zhengyidao, zixiaozong, Qixia cave, Danxia cave, qinglianjianzong, Jitian palace and dozens of outsiders to go to Hehuan island on September 9.

Lu Zhengkang knew that the situation he didn't want to face all the time had finally come to a point where he couldn't delay.

He felt guilty for Kunlun palace and Qinglian jianzonghuai.

Kunlun palace, in particular, he remembers every plant and tree on the immortal platform. He also remembers that he promised sixth martial uncle to farm for him, and that he wanted to set up a sword tablet in chilou. Now it's just empty talk. The eldest martial uncle lost his bet.

Lu Zhengkang can't express his feelings. He is hiding in a foreign world, maybe just escaping. Now, time has pushed him to an end, and he has to make a decision.

August 15, Mid Autumn Festival, red sky demon lord set foot on Kunlun mountain.

The Taoist people of Kunlun palace form a great array of ten thousand Taoist Dharma. The ten thousand Taoist Dharma seat on the first floor of the great library gives out a brilliant light. In a moment, it turns the universe upside down, and the outlaw devil is involved in a dark and chaotic area. Here, time and space are exchanged, and all the movements in space are in time, and all the movements in time are in space One way time points to the center of chaos, and all attempts to escape are only accelerating the process.

For Lu Zhengkang, Kunlun Palace's array is much stronger than qiqianwu's and Hehuan's array. Instead of passively protecting the sect, it takes the initiative to surround the enemy in the array.

The seven disciples of the 24 generations of the Kunlun Palace also appeared in this dark area. Lu Zhengkang saw them standing on the Dharma seat in the void and standing according to the eight trigrams. The last vacancy was filled by the bearded Sanren who lived in the Kunlun palace.

Chen Chen son sternly cries to ask, "heresy, also dare to offend my Kunlun?" He is holding the sword of TIANLIAN, which was made by Yuanshi Tianzun. It has the power of killing immortals and demons.

Lu Zhengkang is still very calm. What he is looking at is just a small scene. Whether it's exquisite array, mysterious Taoism or powerful magic weapon, as long as he reads the archives several times, he can feel the door clearly. In fact, he has read the archives for the 57th time.

The Bodhisattva slowly gathers the Dharma form and turns into a prototype. Lu Zhengkang bowed to the surrounding groups, "you teachers, ancestors, predecessors and disciples, Lu Zhengkang, you are very polite."

The Kunlun palace crowd was shocked.

"Wine dust! How could it be you? "

The bearded man said with a smile in an inconceivable voice, "I've lived a long time. I can see everything. Who can believe that the most outstanding disciple of the 25th generation of Kunlun palace is the first devil in the world!"

Lu Zhengkang stood up straight, facing the eyes of master Bo xuehongzi, "teacher, I haven't seen you for many years, but my style is still the same."

Master Bo's eyes were sore. "Little disciple, you need to give us an explanation."

"The explanation is that I came to Kunlun palace to visit my teacher in order to get close to qingningzi

"That's it?" There was a sense of incomparable absurdity.

"Yes, she has always suspected that I am an evil devil who makes the world miserable. I will borrow the reputation of Kunlun palace as the first sect in the world to give myself a reasonable identity. It's that simple. ""But when you visited your grandmaster, why didn't you be seen through and how did you do it?" Chen's face turned blue.

Lu Zhengkang smile, "this is my means, better."

"Well, why are you here?" Chen Chen son a word a meal.

"Wutong Wutong has yearn day and night to operate the Indus tree estate. I have always been worried about my friends and relatives. I am inviting my elders to go to the Indus. This is the true feelings of the disciple. There is no joke. " Yearn day and night,

Chen Chen replied, "I'm afraid your Wutong is a small Buddha, and you can't think of what you want to do. You really want to go to the Tao and go to Kunlun, and I'll be treated like your disciple. Jiuchenzi, don't be stubborn! "

Lu Zhengkang sighed, "you martial uncles, martial uncles, Taoist grandfathers, and bearded elders, do you think the world is the same? Look at this world, the night is endless, the universe is dark, and the people can't bear it. We call ourselves the people in the right way, and we don't go to kill the candlelight dragon in order to eliminate the disaster. On the contrary, we flinch. Wutong, who sent 32 disciples to the mountain to save the demon, can be more prosperous than the millions of people. It is the Chinese parasol that brings mushrooms and vegetables to the human body, and it is also a convenient ways to accept the four sides of the people. Who is right and who is evil? Is it me, the devil, who did wrong, or are you respectable and honest