At the mouth of an alley in the Eastern Tomb, a young priest apprentice from Yunqin looked up at the sky.
The white priest robe on his body had become dirty, but after experiencing the battle of Dongjingling, and seeing the battle of many Yun Qin soldiers in these two years, this young Yun Qin priest apprentice seemed to have undergone some kind of washing, his expression was more determined, and under the sunlight, his body seemed to exude some kind of real brilliance.
It's just that there is a slight doubt in his eyes at the moment.
Because according to the various signs of the previous days, it will rain lightly today.
However, since dawn today, the rain has stopped, and the sun is already shining brightly.
"You're really beautiful."
In a small courtyard where Wuwei was watching, the nightingale looked at Qin Xiyue and exclaimed.
Qin Xiyue knew that she was beautiful, even after the Great War, she looked very tired and haggard.
But in this battle, the deaths and injuries of those Yun Qin soldiers made her not want to think about this problem at all, she just said a little lowly: "What's the use of beauty, and you can't kill two more enemies." ” The nightingale laughed.
The wrinkles on her face deepened and denser with a smile.
"You don't think that beauty is a capital, but a lot of people think that beauty is a capital.
At least a beautiful girl like you, still rushing to kill on the battlefield, I have never seen it in my life.
She smiled, looked at Qin Xiyue, and said, "When I was your age, I was also very beautiful." ” Qin Xiyue didn't understand why the nightingale would say such a thing, she turned her head in a somewhat depressed mood, and looked at the wrinkled old woman, and then she quickly saw something, her beautiful eyelashes began to tremble, and her lips began to tremble slightly.
"After I died, there was no one in the Zhongzhou Chengjiang family.
But this sonic boom method, I want to pass it on. ” The nightingale glanced at Qin Xiyue's beautiful face, looked at the bells on her wrists like small flowers, and chuckled: "I like you very much. ” Qin Xiyue had never seen a nightingale before, and the story about her was only that she had taken action in Zhongzhou City and saved Zhongcheng.
However, at this moment, looking at the nightingale's gaze, knowing that this female saint master from Willow Lane was about to pass away, she couldn't contain her deep sadness.
"The Jiang family's sonic boom method has some similarities with this soul soldier given to you by Qingluan Academy.
You have to understand that any powerful practice is to build on some of the foundations of those who came before you and go further.
If I had a soul soldier like you thirty years earlier, I might be able to perceive a lot of things, and in Zhongzhou City, it is not necessary to be able to kill Ni Henian.
The nightingale slowly stretched out her hand and handed a fish-shaped jade pendant covered with many small characters to Qin Xiyue's hand, "Now such a thing can only be done by you." ” The jade pendant is very warm and light.
Qin Xiyue held this jade pendant tightly in the palm of her hand.
Seeing Qin Xiyue's strength and calmness, the nightingale, who had put down the last thing in her heart, smiled more satisfied, and then coughed.
With each cough, there seemed to be an extra wrinkle on her face.
The wrinkles seemed to obscure her gaze.
Her gaze dimmed as she grew old in this small courtyard and left the world.
Qin Xiyue is indeed a very strong girl, but watching this old woman leave this world calmly with a smile on her face, she couldn't help but be like Lin Xi that day, a teardrop slipped from her eyes.
From the nightingale's gaze, she could see that the nightingale looked at her and wanted to see her younger self.
She could also feel that there were many similarities between the nightingale and her body.
It's just that Nightingale's background is not good, so until this time, Nightingale only said that she liked her as a girl, and didn't say anything else.
A woman born in the dust, how did she finally become a holy master, what kind of jg color story did she have with Jiang Yanzhi, what kind of entanglements did she have, and why did she end up living in seclusion in the Yellow Sparrow Temple All these stories, with her passing, no one can know after all.
In the Falling Star Mausoleum, the Divine Wood Flying Crane that landed on the top of the city was waiting for Gu Yunjing and other military generals to come.
Gao Yanan's shoulders sank.
She saw that Lin Xi was already asleep leaning on her shoulder.
The bright sun shone on his face, and he slept very soundly, like a child.
There were a lot of Yunqin soldiers around.
She was a little shy, but thinking of what happened in the Dongjing Mausoleum, thinking of what she said with Lin Xi and Jiang Xiaoyi at that time, she calmed down, but let her body be close to Lin Xi and let Lin Xi sleep more comfortably.
Gu Yunjing and some military generals came to Lin Xi and Gao Yanan.
Seeing Lin Xi, who was asleep, the veteran made a gesture, and did not wake up Lin Xi, who was obviously extremely tired, and directly set up a camp tent outside this Shenmu Feihe.
The moment many Yun Qin soldiers sat down or lay down, they fell into a deep sleep like Lin Xi.
All corners of the city snored one after another.
They were replaced by many soldiers who had previously been on rotation, all of whom were too light to wake up the tired and sleeping city.
In the midst of this fluctuating snoring, one of the most heavily guarded warehouses in the Falling Star Mausoleum quietly opened.
Guarding this treasury is the most powerful Black Flag Army among the Dragon Snake Border Army.
Even at the most urgent moment of the previous battle in the Falling Star Tomb, this Black Flag Army was always stationed here, and no one left.
Inside this storeroom, there are only large rafts that have not yet been inflated.
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Just as the warehouse of the Falling Star Mausoleum was opened, a carriage carrying Xu Zhenyan returned to Zhongzhou City.
After stepping out of the carriage, the young man who returned to Zhongzhou City found that many things had changed.
He found that some places had become ruins, and some of the rice in the ruins had even sprouted and grown slender and slender in the ruins.
He found that some people did not return to Zhongzhou City.
Just around the same time.
A flock of vultures hovers on the north shore of Falling Star Lake.
Wen Ren Cangyue, who had already changed into an ordinary cloth robe, was just below this large group of vultures that covered the sky.
In front of him, there was also a Purgatory Mountain priest.
This Purgatory Mountain Priest was as young as the Purgatory Mountain Priest he had killed in Qianxia Mountain, and his cultivation was about the same.
However, at this moment, this Purgatory Mountain Priest was even more arrogant and arrogant than the Purgatory Mountain Priest at that time, and he did not have the slightest fear in front of Wen Ren Cangyue, but with a faint disdain.
Even if he knew that Wenren Cangyue made a move at this time, he still had the ability to kill him.
He's certainly not arrogant, and he has a problem with his head.
The reason why he is so cold and arrogant, and he is still full of majesty in front of Wenren Cangyue, is because he represents Purgatory Mountain and represents the Purgatory Mountain Sect.
He is the one appointed by the Sect of the Sect of the Mountains of Purgatory to make certain judgments and decisions in place of the Sect of the Sect "Senior Brother Shentu died, and even the sword of Li Ku given to you by the Sect of Masters was destroyed in your hands.
And your injuries are enough to make you go straight from prosperity to decay, and your internal organs can only grow older and stronger from now on.
In this life, I am afraid that it will be difficult for you to cross the line of the Great Sage Master.
I want to ask General Wen Renren on behalf of the sect, in the face of such a defeat, in the face of these unshirkable blames, what qualifications do you have to live" The skin on this face was a little blue, but he had mastered the demon transformation and cultivated to a young Purgatory Mountain disciple who was only at the rank of Great Soul Master, with a faint disdain, he looked at Wenren Cangyue and asked.
If it were someone else, I would be shocked to make a lot of explanations in the face of this kind of questioning that represents the meaning of the Purgatory Mountain Sect.
But when Wen Ren Cangyue first said calmly: "It is difficult to cross the Great Saint Master, and the master of the sect is naturally more assured." ” The young Purgatory Mountain Priest frowned slightly, but he pondered for a moment and said, "This is the reason, but I don't guarantee that this reason is sufficient.
Especially when you know you can't lose, but you still lose, your ability and intentions will be questioned at the same time. ” Wenren Cangyue still glanced at the Purgatory Mountain Divine Officer calmly, and said, "In any battle, before the final victory or defeat is determined, the only thing to look at is the value gained.
This battle was a defeat for me, but not necessarily for Hellmountain.
I'll help the master and solve his worst fears. ” The young Purgatory Mountain Priest frowned deeply, his eyes kept flickering, as if he was constantly thinking about what Wenren Cangyue meant by these words.
Soon, he seemed to understand that his face was no longer arrogant, but he bowed to Wenren Cangyue, and said politely: "Since this is the case, then I will wait for the good news of General Wenren." ” Wenren Cangyue looked at the pale and slightly blue face of this young Purgatory Mountain priest, looked at the red sè crown on his head, and some pitiful insect-like gods flowed from the bottom of his eyes.
He didn't say anything, just nodded.
However, in his heart, he said to himself indifferently and sarcastically: "No matter how majestic he is, he is just a dog without his own thoughts, even if he can't touch the Great Sage Master with the skin of his master, who can say that the Sage Master will definitely not be able to kill the Great Sage Master."
Li Ku's sword had shattered and disappeared into the world.
But he had had the sword for a long time.
And he is one of the strongest cultivators in the world.
Even if a person like Nangong Weiyang is an advanced saint master who may be faster than him, his comprehension of the method of cultivation and martial arts may be far behind him.
Therefore, the appearance of Li Ku's sword has been deeply imprinted in his mind.
For him, the most important and strongest thing in this world should be this sword imprinted in his mind.
"Ten years, will it be too long?"
When he turned around and looked at the vultures hovering in the sky, Wen Ren Cangyue asked himself indifferently, and then replied to himself, "Ten years is indeed too long, so I won't give you ten years." ”: