Volume 9 Chapter 35

"Master!"

In the yellow sand, all the people in the Tang Zang team came to meet the bloody zhenpilu with great reverence and excitement.

most of the people in this team didn't even see zhenpilu before, and they didn't know that the mysterious figure in the chariot was a practitioner from the Prajna temple. Because the Prajna temple itself is a holy land of strength and compassion, and it is respected by all the people, so the monk reflected in the brief conversation between cangyue and zhenpilu In a human moment, the vast majority of people in this Tang Zang team are already excited.

Then I heard that Cang Yue's strength and coldness shocked all of them. Even these golden warriors, who represent Tang Zang's most loyal and tenacious, even had an idea that they could not be enemies at all.

However, they saw the Buddha light of Prajna temple and the defeat of the Yunqin war god. At this moment, the emotions in the hearts of these Tang Tibetans are beyond the understanding of others.

When I saw a Tibetan man of Tang Dynasty kneeling around him because of his piety and admiration, there was still no look of pain on zhenpilu's face, just some tired look.

His injury is much more serious than that of Wen Ren Cang Yue, and when he fights with his opponent like Wen Ren Cang Yue, his excessive concentration of spirit will make people more tired.

"No need to be polite."

However, he didn't want to relax. He just raised his hands and saluted the Tibetans who knelt on the hot yellow sand around him.

His eyes, looking at the distance behind him.

After the hot gilded sand dunes in the far distance, a girl in ordinary clothes suddenly walked out.

And the girl walked faster and faster. Following the eyes of zhenpilu, all the tangzang people were shocked. They only thought that the girl who came alone must not be an ordinary practitioner, but her heart was filled with disbelief because of this judgment.

Zhenpilu once again went out to meet the girl with thin body and two ponytails.

The figure of the two people is approaching slowly, but all these tangzang people are more shocked to find that their figure is more and more harmonious in the yellow sand.

The birth of the Prajna temple and the girl who came alone seem to be the same kind of person, detached from the world.

"What's your name?"

Like the ghost girl walking out of the ancient city buried in the desert, she stopped when she was only a few steps away from zhenpilu. Zhenpilu also stopped. Then the girl looked at him and asked seriously.

"Zhenpilu. () replied zhenpilu, then looked at her and asked, "what about you?"

"Nangong Weiyang."

"You have been with me for many days, now come out, what do you want to say to me?"

"You are more powerful than I thought But the moon will remember you, so you can't go to biluoling to add water and food, or he will kill you all. "

"Nangong Weiyang Then what do you want me to do? "

" I have enough water and food to supplement them and let them go back. But you also need to help our people go home and kill some people for me. "

"What kind of person is it?"

"Several Sirian guards and some people from Xiyi They have some special means to control flying swords. If they meet I can't beat them alone. "

"Good."

Zhenpilu and Nangong Weiyang have never been in real contact before, and have never even heard of each other's name and origin. However, neither of them are ordinary secular people, and their words and actions are very different from those of ordinary secular people. When some people hear them, they feel that they are difficult to reason, and even don't ask about each other's identity, the name of Yunqin is delicate The monk who came out of Prajna temple and the genius cultivator were more and more agreeable to each other.

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Houque city is the most flat city in guiyunhang Province, and it is the only way to connect the East and west of guiyunhang province.

The unique key position of the throat and the imperial city of a small vassal state long before the founding of the state of Yunqin make it the most prosperous and lively city in guiyunhang province. It is also the only city with a population of more than 700000 in guiyunhang Province, which is located in a remote area and has no three feet flat. It has the reputation of "little Xijing" 。

According to the local custom, one hour after supper, the night is already thick, but the light in the street still shines on the slightly wet bluestone road in houque city.

The streets are still full of traffic. The local people in houque city are usually dressed simply and simply. They are all dressed neatly in black and earth dyed cloud yarn. However, most of the people who walk in the broad slate streets where the cars and horses crush the deep marks or in the deep lanes where the ambiguous long red lanterns are lit are outsiders.

These outlanders have different costumes, including businessmen dressed in luxurious brocade, swordsmen and swordsmen dressed in strong clothes. Not only the local people, but also all the outlanders who wear swords openly are no surprise. There is no weird or vigilant feeling in their eyes.

Many street corners are full of jugglers and peddlers with all kinds of things to sell. There are people everywhere watching and drinking in taverns. In such a city with the real atmosphere of a big city in the world, the women's dress is much better than that of ordinary cities. In this summer, even though the mountains are surrounded and the rain basin is still cool, most women are bold to wear Wearing light Luoshan and brassiere, lotus arm and chest that piece of snow-white particularly attractive.

Everywhere there are Pipa and piano music, melodious melody.

The bustle and noise of the whole guiyunxing province seem to be concentrated in this city, which is as strong as wine, making people slightly drunk.

Lin Xi, sitting in the carriage, enters the houque city in the shadow of the night, and wakes up in the slightly tipsy atmosphere of the houque city.

I don't know whether it's the identity of ten wolves that really makes people who hear cangyue believe, or that people who hear cangyue don't rush to fight with a group of them. When blood is flowing in the yellow sand desert behind the Prajna corridor and many places inside and outside the biluoling mausoleum, Lin Xi's journey is very quiet for the time being.

Lin Xi, who was awakened from meditation practice by some shrill voices and the breath of spiritual force on the practitioner, quickly opened the curtain of the car. He saw a swordsman in a blue shirt and a line of Porter like people arguing fiercely. The swordsman in the green shirt was full of anger and his breath was surging. Among the people who looked like a porter in the opposite row, one of the most tall and burly man also had his breath surging.

Lin Xi saw these two people, and then saw the bustling night of houque City, and then saw the tall gate turret of houque city in the far distance, and he could not help feeling a little.

Under the founding of the country for decades, even though the internal governance was not particularly outstanding, but because of the simple folkways, strict laws, and the harmony of government and people, most parts of Yunqin were rich and stable. So that in the real big city where the fortress's throat is rushing, there are many kinds of martial arts like dogs, and there are many scenes of practitioners everywhere. At this moment, as in the ordinary city dispute, there are two practitioners exposed. It's really a person who can feel the powerful national power of Yun Qin personally. But it's just like watching those two people turn angry into angry, but there's no real intention to start between the fierce words In the city, I don't know how many of the military forces of the cloud and Qin Dynasty and the strong and the powerful in the imperial court exist, so Lin Xi doesn't pay too much attention to it. Soon, he closes the curtain of the car and feels the change of soul power in his body.

Like his previous plan, he was very hard on himself and Jiang Xiaoyi and others along the way. After the team's daily lodging in the towns along the way, he would arrange some totally unreasonable, which must be the crazy and cruel practice of taking life as a play for others.

In this world, apart from Zhang, who changed the world and created such a prosperous era of cloud and Qin, no second practitioner can practice in such a way.

Under his persecution, whether he or Jiang Xiaoyi, Bian Linghan or Meng Bai, the benefits of cultivation are also amazing.

At this moment, after several hours of practice, he obviously felt the warmth in his body and expanded a point.

The feeling of this kind of cultivator is very mysterious and unique.

The carriage in summer is sultry, his skin is also a little uncomfortable sultry, but his body is cool, on the contrary, he has a great desire and expectation for the warmth of soul flow.

The carriage continues to move forward, and has been gradually away from those who are fiercely fighting and persistent. However, the breath of the two practitioners due to the surge of soul power is still very clear in his perception. Suddenly, his breath, in his eyes, there is an incredible spirit.

He subconsciously perceives the positions of the two practitioners, but at this moment, in his perception, there is a long sword.

His unknown long sword was placed in the wooden box behind him in the carriage.

As early as dahuangze found the long sword, he could be sure that it was a flying sword that could be used to defend the sword. When he sensed the "morning light" flying sword, it was also like perspective, and clearly appeared in his mind the appearance of "morning light". But this time, the appearance of his flying sword in his brain sea was much clearer than that of "morning light".

He knew that it had something to do with his cultivation, but what made him feel inconceivable was that his flying sword, which was brought out of the vast wasteland, now in his mind, had a feeling of moving with his mind in the wooden box!

He thought it couldn't be true, so he inhaled deeply, tried to calm his mood completely, and then carefully felt the sword.

However, what makes his breath pause again is that this feeling is not false, but more clear!

He can't control his emotions, and can't help but "ah" a light call.

Sword sense!

It's the sword feeling recorded in the ancient books of practice if you want to move a flying sword!

In the extremely accurate records of numerous practitioners' personal practice certification, only those who have reached the level of grand master can have such a feeling. How can they have such a sword feeling if they are only the accomplishments of grand master level?

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(grey often happens, or grey often doesn't happen... It's a mess. Just after I came back from Nanjing, I answered the phone call from my college classmate, saying that two of my classmates happened to be on a business trip and had to rush to dinner... And I have to get to Suzhou, so I don't think I have time to write it in the evening. Tomorrow morning I'll be even later.)