Chapter 747

"Isn't this skill used by the demon clan?" Nanmen Feng hesitated for a moment, then seemed to think of something, looked out of the window, and then walked to the window.

"Don't stand in front of the window..." Nanmen Feng suddenly stood out of the window and blocked Shi Qing's vision for a moment.

Nanmen Feng looked at Shi Qing, and then said faintly, "bet and follow me when it's done. Wait until I find a way to call duanmuqing and say something else."

Shi Qing frowned and whispered, "whatever. You should go away."

One step jumped up, but Nanmen Maple jumped out of the window directly!

"!" Shi Qing was a little confused for a moment. She looked out of the window and was stunned for a moment.

The Dragon formula, once changed, is called cutting tendons and breaking bones.

In his early years of cultivation, nanmenfeng heard the saying of washing tendons and veins, but it seems that today's monks have skipped this step and will not use their aura to remove the three dust and five dirt until they have a Danhua baby. According to legend, there is a saying that the former monk would use pills to wash the meridians when he was lucky. However, such pills are now lost.

Now, if Shi Qing didn't make up this body refining skill at will, the first layer means to use the medicine to wash and practice the meridians and bones, but this way of washing and practicing is not an ordinary pill, but a place with all kinds of risks to take a reborn effect.

Nanmen maple is not familiar with southern Xinjiang, nor does he know where the so-called fire rock ice field in this skill is, nor where the so-called towering building wood is, but Nanmen Maple sees that "it is born by leaping thousands of miles."

In fact, many things are not how deliberate. How careful preparation is like suddenly chatting. Shi Qing is willing to give nanmenfeng his own inheritance skills. It's like Nanmen Maple jumped out of the three days and the moon because of this word and jumped directly from the clouds.

Nanmen Feng didn't wake up until three days and months later. He didn't know all the skills he saw. Maybe there are other explanations. But now the South Gate Maple jumped directly out of the three-day moon and was blown away by the strong wind for tens of miles.

Nanmen Maple didn't use the mysterious turtle breathing method, but tried to control his limbs and breath. Vaguely, he also felt that there seemed to be a gap between the fierce and unprovoked wind, but the wind was too strong, but Nanmen Maple couldn't control his body for a moment.

Nanmen Feng wanted to try this reborn statement, but he was warm, and then there was a familiar face in front of him - Yuesheng.

Yuesheng just casually grabbed Nanmen Maple's arm, and then Nanmen Maple saw a flower on the third moon, "what are you doing?"

I couldn't hear the slightest emotion in this words. For a moment, Nanmen Maple could only look at Yuesheng and said, "I just heard of a body refining skill. First of all, it needs to be reborn."

Rao is Yuesheng. When he heard Nanmen Feng say this, he also raised his eyebrows, "are you a fool?"

Hearing the speech, Nanmen Feng smiled and didn't answer for a moment.

Yuesheng looked at Nanmen maple, hesitated for a while and said, "come with me."

Nanmen Maple followed up casually. Maybe he knew that Yuesheng had something to ask for. In addition, last month's rise was also a person in line with Nanmen Maple's heart. Nanmen maple is quite fond of Yuesheng.

Three days above the moon. Yuesheng casually took Nanmen maple to a room. The room had no windows, no lights, no furniture, just an empty room.

"Master, is this?" Nanmen Feng was a little uneasy when he saw the room. Did he want to lock himself up this month?

Yuesheng said calmly, "this is the quiet room. You should also know where it is."

Nanmen Feng frowned for a moment, but it was unexpected that Yuesheng would tear his face and lock himself up. However, although Yuesheng is more than friendly, in fact, he has no means to negotiate terms with him. All this is just with his mood.

Nanmen Maple was silent for a moment. Although Yuesheng saw it in his eyes, he didn't say a word. For a long time, Nanmen Feng walked into the room, but Yuesheng immediately closed the door.

It was dark all around, and the maple in the South Gate sighed for a moment, "the sky is always playing with me like this. It has to give me a glimmer of life and give me endless joy. Then it threw my life down and crushed it among the dust."

"Dragon formula..." Nanmen Feng thought of this skill, but he was silent for a long time. There was no external stimulation, but it was difficult to speed up the physical cultivation. In fact, even when it comes to external stimulation, nanmenfeng can't really say that his body can withstand such practice.

"Give up?" Nanmen Maple's face was a little bleak. In fact, whether it was physical training or Taoist training, it was inseparable from the accumulation over time. Nanmen Feng has stopped practicing since he lost his dark green dragon tripod. He has not even practiced the body refining skill given by the unknown old master of Shushan in the deep mountains.

In fact, what is missing is not what mysterious and strange skill, but the heart of Nanmen maple to the Tao.

It seems that heaven always intentionally or unintentionally erases the understatement owned by Nanmen maple. Even now, Nanmen Feng feels that it is not necessary to live in a muddle.

But Nanmen Feng knew very well that the three-day moon was not Yang's collection. What Yuesheng said about the imperial city brought to Nanmen Maple was just the loss of duanmuqing.

"The last thing... Do you want to take it away?" Nanmen Feng whispered, but then he smiled. The quiet room was dark and had no five fingers. Even Nanmen Maple was a little fuzzy and couldn't feel his own existence.

On the third moon, Yuesheng returned to the pavilion. Just now, Nanmen Maple suddenly jumped out of the third moon, which temporarily interrupted his thoughts. Now he has to reorganize and think about the possible accidents in his actions after arriving at the imperial city.

Yuesheng doesn't care much about Nanmen maple, or Nanmen maple is just a bait for Yuesheng to attract fish. His figure is not excellent, and he has no accomplishments. He can only play a few fancy sword moves. If it weren't for his role in calming the woman, I'm afraid Yuesheng wouldn't take him with him.

It's just that today's Nanmen Maple really makes Yuesheng feel upset. Now everything is finally quiet.

In the boundless darkness, Nanmen Maple sat on the ground, but his heart was filled with remorse and anger. These grievances lurked in the deepest part of his heart, diluted by daily trivia, and suppressed by Shiqing and duanmuqing.

Now, Nanmen maple, who is not in front of people, is rare to vent his dissatisfaction and resentment. "Why does heaven and earth treat me like this? Why take what is given to me?! what I do, Nanmen Maple complies with heaven's destiny and kills life. I should make thousands of floating slaughters between heaven and earth!"

"The Yangguan Avenue can't go! There's nowhere to go in hell! Hum! Did you really deceive me into being pure and good?! deceive me into being kind?!"

"Good! Good! Good! There is no way for us in the world, and we will do it ourselves!"

In the dark quiet room, regardless of the sun and moon, the South Gate Maple did not know how long it had been sitting. Yuesheng wholeheartedly planned the affairs of the imperial city. For a moment, he forgot about the maple in the south gate. Although Shi Qing wanted to check, she was blocked back by the strange woman participating in the moon business group. So Nanmen Maple seemed to really jump down from the three days and months. No one paid attention to it and disappeared without a trace.

The mood in the bottom of my heart is more and more stacked, countless resentments and sadness. They are laughing at Nanmen Maple's cowardice and forbearance, and at Nanmen Maple's holding hands. In the mind of Nanmen Feng, they kept remembering the boundless Blood Sea in the south, and even fainted countless sword maintenance.

If the moon rises and opens the quiet room at the moment, I'm afraid it will also frown. The breath in the quiet room even becomes depressed and dead because of Nanmen Maple alone, which makes it difficult for people to coexist.

Roar... Wail... Cry... Broken limbs and arms

The maple in the South Gate trembled slightly, but in his mind he was holding the immortal finger given by Xia houming in the Taoist temple. Just at this moment, the immortal finger seemed extremely clear, and even Nanmen Maple could see the endless darkness hidden under the white jade.

A tear ran across the cheek of Nanmen Feng, "why..."

Tears fall, this is normal. But the tears fell to the ground as if they were dripping into the clear pool, slowly rippling a ripple.

This ripple is not big, but everyone who is far away in these three days and months feels a trace of regret suddenly rising in their hearts. This feeling can't tell the reason, and even disperse in a moment, which makes people unaware, but they clearly feel the momentary regret, as if it was an endless wail.

On the third day of the moon, Yuesheng frowned, and the map of the Imperial City trembled slightly in his hand. He was angry. Although he never showed his face, his mania was still hard to hide. He knew what he felt just now, but he didn't know where it came from. He just felt an inexplicable mania. He hates being disturbed

In the quiet room, in the dark, Nanmen Feng finally stopped shaking, then raised his head, his eyes were full of ink, but his body was full of small black Sanskrit. Nanmen Feng suddenly opened his eyes, but then he gasped slowly, but there was some hesitation between his eyebrows and eyes. But behind him, he slowly stretched out a dark hand and directly covered Nanmen Feng's face. Then a man approached Nanmen Feng's ear, "the killing began..."

The dark hand pressed directly into the head of Nanmen Maple like water. Vaguely, it pressed down all the black Sanskrit on the body, and then it pulled fiercely!

Nanmen Maple fell powerlessly to the ground, but in the dark, he slowly stood up another Nanmen maple, his eyes were red, and a smile was raised at the corners of his mouth.

On the third day of the month, a loud noise suddenly came out. Rao Shiyue Sheng also felt the shaking of the imperial city map on his desk. Then, Yuesheng took his trembling hand back into his sleeve, bit his teeth and swallowed the roar in his throat. Then it suddenly appeared in the sky.

"Is it you?" Yuesheng raised his eyebrows. Although he tried his best to bear it, the man in front of him made him unbearable.

"..." the maple in the South Gate had red eyes and turned to look at Yue Sheng, but he grinned. The smile was so terrible that it seemed very terrible for a moment.

It seems to be the provocation of Nanmen maple, but Yuesheng slowly stretched out his trembling hand and tried his best to hide his anger in his words, "why?! why do you have to jump around in front of me like a flea! If you are a garbage, stay at my feet quietly!!"