Volume 13 Chapter 64

At the entrance of an alley in dongjingling, a young priest apprentice of Yunqin looks up at the sky.

The white priest's robe on his body has become filthy, but after the battle of dongjingling, I have seen many soldiers of Yunqin who have been fighting for their lives. This young apprentice of Yunqin priest seems to have experienced some kind of washing. His spirit is more firm. Under the sunshine, his body just seems to have some real brilliance.

Just a little doubt in his eyes at the moment.

Because according to the signs of the previous days, it will rain today.

However, the rain has stopped since dawn today, when the sun is shining brightly.

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"You are really beautiful."

In a small courtyard of wuweiguan, the Nightingale looked at Qin Xiyue and exclaimed.

Qin Xiyue knew that she was beautiful, even after the war, she was very tired and haggard.

But in this war, the deaths and injuries of those soldiers in Yunqin made her not want to think about it at all. She just said in a low way, "what's the use of beauty? You can't kill two more enemies."

The Nightingale laughed.

The smile deepened and thickened the wrinkles on her face.

"You don't think beauty is a kind of capital, but many people think beauty is a kind of capital. At least I've never seen a girl as beautiful as you who is still fighting in the battlefield. " She smiled, looked at Qin Xiyue, and said, "when I was your age, I was also beautiful."

Qin Xiyue did not understand why Nightingale said such a thing. She turned her head and looked at the wrinkled old woman. Then she quickly saw something. Her beautiful eyelashes began to tremble, and her delicate lips began to tremble.

"After I died, there was no one in Zhongzhou city. But I want to pass on this method of sound shock. "

The Nightingale took a look at Qin Xiyue's delicate and beautiful face, looked at the bells on her wrists like little flowers, and said with a light smile, "I like you very much."

Qin Xiyue had never seen a nightingale before, and only heard about her story that she rescued Zhongcheng in Zhongzhou city.

However, at the moment, looking at the Nightingale's eyes, she knew that the female Saint from Liuxiang was about to die, but she was deeply sad.

"There are some similarities between the sound shock method of the Jiang family and the soul soldier given to you by qingluan college. You need to understand that any powerful way of practice is to go further on the basis of the predecessors. If I had a soul soldier like you 30 years earlier, I might have realized many things. In Zhongzhou City, it's not necessarily that I could kill Ni Henian. " The Nightingale slowly extended his hand and handed a fish shaped jade plate full of many small words to Qin Xiyue. "Now you can only do such a thing."

The jade plate is very warm and light.

Qin Xiyue holds the jade pendant tightly in his hand.

Looking at Qin Xiyue's strength and calmness, the Nightingale who put down the last thing in her mind smiled more contentedly, and then coughed.

Every time she coughs, she seems to have a wrinkle on her face.

The wrinkles seemed to hide her eyes.

Her eyes gradually darkened in the cough. She grew old in this small courtyard and left the world.

Qin Xiyue is a very strong girl indeed, but watching the old woman leave the world with a smile on her face, she couldn't help falling from her eyes like Lin Xi that day.

From the Nightingale's eyes, she could see that the Nightingale looked at her and wanted to see herself when she was young.

She also felt that there were many similar things in Nightingale and her.

It's just that Nightingale's family background is not good, so until now, Nightingale just said that she liked this girl and didn't say anything else.

A woman born in the world of wind and dust, how to become a saint finally What kind of wonderful stories did she have in those days? What kind of disputes did she have with Jiang Yanzhi? Why did she end up living in seclusion in Huangque temple?

All these stories, with her passing away, have no one to know.

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In the falling star mausoleum, the God wood flying crane landing on the city head waits for Gu Yunjing and other military generals to come.

Gao Yanan's shoulders sank.

She saw that Lin Xi was asleep by her shoulder.

The sun was shining on his face, and he slept like a child.

There are a lot of Yunqin soldiers around.

She was a little shy, but when she thought of what happened in dongjingling, what she said with Lin Xi and Jiang Xiaoyi at that time, she calmed down, but let her body close to Lin Xi, so that Lin Xi could sleep more comfortably.

Gu Yunjing and some military generals came to Lin Xi and Gao Yanan.

Seeing Lin Xi's sleeping, the veteran made a gesture. Without waking up, Lin Xi, who was obviously exhausted to the extreme, directly set up a camp outside the sacred tree flying crane.

Many of the soldiers in the cloud Qin dynasty fell asleep like Lin Xi when they sat down or lay down.

All corners of the city snored one after another.

Many of the soldiers who had previously taken turns took over the posts of these soldiers, all of whom were light handed and could not bear to wake up the tired and sleeping city.

In the continuous snoring, one of the most guarded warehouses in the falling star mausoleum quietly opened.

It is the most powerful black flag army among the dragon and snake side army that guards this warehouse.

Even at the most urgent moment of the previous battle, this black flag army was always guarding here, and no one left.

In this warehouse, there are only large rafts that are not inflated yet.

When the storehouse of the falling star mausoleum was opened, a carriage carrying Xu's maxim returned to Zhongzhou city.

After getting out of the carriage, the young man who returned to Zhongzhou found that many things had changed.

He found that some places had become ruins. Some rice in the ruins had even sprouted and grew long and thin in the ruins.

He found that some people did not return to Zhongzhou city.

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At about the same time.

A group of vultures circle on the North Bank of the lake.

The smell man Cang Yue, who has changed into a suit of ordinary cloth, is under this large group of vultures that block out the sun.

In front of him stood a purgatory Mountain God.

This alchemy Mountain God is as young as the one he killed in qianxia mountain, and his accomplishments are almost the same.

However, at the moment, this alchemy Mountain God is more arrogant than that alchemy Mountain God at that time. He has no fear at all in front of hearing people's moon, but with a slight contempt.

Even if he knew that the moon was still able to kill him.

Of course, he is not arrogant. He has a problem in his head.

The reason why he is so arrogant and arrogant is that he is full of authority in front of the moon, because he represents the purgatory mountain and the master of purgatory mountain.

He was appointed by the purgatory mountain palm sect. He can make some judgments and decisions instead of the purgatory mountain palm sect.

"Senior brother Shentu is dead Even the sword of Li Ku, which was given to you by Zhang Jiao, has been destroyed in your hands. And your injury is enough to make you decline directly from prosperity. From now on, your internal organs are only likely to grow older and stronger, unable to grow stronger. I'm afraid it's hard for you to cross the line of the great saint in this life. I'd like to ask general Wen Renmin, acting as head teacher, what qualification do you have to live in the face of such failures and such hard to blame? " The skin on his face is slightly blue, but he has mastered the magic transformation. He is only a young disciple of purgatory mountain at the level of great soul master. With a slight contempt, he looks at and hears the man cangyue and asks.

If I had changed people, I would have done a lot of explanations in the face of this kind of questioning, which represents the meaning of purgatory mountain palm teaching.

But I heard that Cang Yue said quietly: "the more difficult it is, the more reassuring it will be."

The young immortal of purgatory mountain frowned slightly, but he pondered for a moment and said: "this is the reason, but I don't guarantee that this reason is enough. Especially when you know you can't fail, but still fail, your ability and intentions will be questioned at the same time. "

Hearing that Cang Yue still looked at this alchemy mountain god calmly, he said: "before any battle, we have to see only the value we have gained before we can distinguish the final victory. This war was a defeat for me, but not necessarily for purgatory mountain. I'll help Zhang teach him to get rid of the things he's most afraid of. "

The young immortal of purgatory mountain frowned deeply, his eyes flickered constantly, as if he was thinking about what the meaning of the sentence "smell the moon" meant.

Soon, he seemed to understand that his face was no longer haughty. Instead, he bowed to Cang Yue and said politely, "in this case, I will wait for the good news of general Ren."

I heard that Cang Yue looked at the pale and blue face of the young alchemy Mountain God, looked at the high red crown on his head, and looked at the poor devil like look through his eyes.

He didn't make a sound, just nodded.

However, in his heart, he said to himself with indifference and sarcasm: "no matter how majestic it is, it's just a dog without his own thoughts and through his master's skin Even if you can't touch the great saint, who can say that the great saint will never die? "

Li Ku's sword has been broken and disappeared in the world.

But he had the sword for a long time.

And he is one of the most powerful Taoist wizards in the world.

Even if someone like Nangong Weiyang is faster than him, his understanding of the cultivation method and martial arts may be far from him.

So the shape of Li Ku's sword has been deeply impressed on his mind.

For him, the most important and strongest thing in the world should be the sword printed in his mind.

"Ten years, will it be too long?"

When turning around and looking at the vultures circling in the sky, I heard the pale moon ask myself coldly, and then I answered myself, "ten years is really too long So I won't give you ten years. "

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