Grasping Evil

Leaving the earth, the old devil repaired all the swords and blasted out the Swan Palace, and promised that after three days, he would return to the sword with Plum and solitude.

Loneliness, eventually, or the sword soul will be separated for too long...

In the night, the snow was also deep, and the snowflakes of Dodo, Ningfan stood outside the courtyard of Sifan Palace, where he lived, looking at that plum, a green stone, a grave.

The mind is slightly strange. Raise your hand and read your mind. On the back of your hand, a concentric sword imprint appears, flashing a faint sword.

Concentrate on the sword seal, the seal of the sword world's covenant, the imprint of men and women, the eternal concertation, the constant abandonment... is planted with this imprint, preferably nothing, because he has not made any vows of the demon of heart, but the little loneliness, can be trouble.

In this life, she will only marry Ning Fan... and if she marries another man, she will destroy the mark and die...

“Well, I say... Miss Lonely, should we talk about... this concentric sword stamp, since you seem... to be my wife...”

“Bullshit! Ning Xiaodemon! Who's your wife? Also, my name is Lonely, not Lonely...” In the hills, there was a voice of loneliness and shame, but when it came to her last name, her voice suddenly stopped...

Women in the Sword Realm have no family name. If they are married, they will inherit their husband's family name at a later date.

Like a lonely sister, Xiao Mei, her name, was a single word for 'Mei’, and after her private life with the old devil, Xiao Mei called herself... Han Mei... Cold Mei Aoshi, she loved the name.

And lonely, if you marry Ningfan, I'm afraid you'll be called... lonely?

A sword woman, married to her husband, without a husband, without a surname for life... the ancestor of the sword world, was a woman, alone for life, without love, until death, without a surname...

White bones like a mountain forgetting the last name... say, that's the woman.

At this moment, the subtlety shifted to the lonely name, while Ningfan, still unconscious, asked unexpectedly.

“If you're not lonely, what's your family's last name? ”

“Ling, but I, not Ling... father forbid, this is a sword tradition..." loneliness seems rather dissatisfied.

“Well, you can marry me in the future, you can have your last name, you can have your last name, you can have your last name Ling, you can have your puppy, whatever you want, okay?” Ningfan laughed.

Why would I marry you? Ning Xiaodian, I tell you, as far away from me as possible! ”

“Well... let's get down to business...”

Ningfan received the colour of laughter, concentrating on the sword seal. It was clearly a means for little loneliness to get rid of the engagement of the sword world. Ningfan would not be ashamed to marry herself with a sword seal.

His laughter was just to ease the awkward atmosphere between the two of them, and more importantly, to ask for something.

“What do you have to say, will I say..." In the grave, the loneliness is slightly surprised.

“The Master will go with you to the sword world... you help me, take care of him, don't let him be killed... this matter is my request. And in return, if there's any trouble with your marriage in the future, you can let me know and I'll go to the sword world to help you out, but even if I help, it might take a hundred years...”

This is probably Ning Fan, for the first time, solemnly about loneliness, and his eyes, let little loneliness tremble, beautiful face red, dark way.

Ningfan, I begged her... what a rarity...

I heard that Ning Fan was willing to help herself, play her fiancé, solve the nuisance of the engagement. Little loneliness relieved her breath, but at the same time, she didn't even realize that she had a slight loss.

If it weren't for help, but for love, it would have been nice to marry yourself... but Father, no.

Her fragrant soul floated gently out of the graveyard, standing under the plum tree, her cool eyes and a slight smile.

“You help me, I'll help you. Although I don't like Korean Won-ji, he does have feelings for his sister. If she can wake up one day, most of them won't want to see Korean Won-ji dead or wounded... without me, in the sword world, Xiao Xiao dares to touch Korean Won-ji, and as the ‘Deacon of the Four Kings' of Korean Won-ji, the master of the Divine Emperor dares not move him easily... the only thing to be aware of is the assassination of the demonic realm, I will ask Father to be careful...”

Little loneliness did not explain to Ning Fan what the "Deacon of the Four Kings" is, but it does not prevent Ning Fan from understanding, it seems that the old demon on the top of the four days, apart from the Dark Demon faction, there seems to be another identity, that is, the Rain Realm God saw, all must be treated...

Deacon, in four days' standing, may not be high enough... but this identity, enough for the old devil to be in the lower realm, not to be reckoned with.

Ning Fan's eyes fell on his lonely face with gratitude. He elaborated on the cold, lonely woman in front of him.

Whether it's a fake play or a cover-up, this woman is her own wife by name.

Fairies are like, the characters in the painting, but they interact with themselves as reckless men.

But faced with such an extinct fairy, there was no more blushing heartbeat.

I remember when I was young, when I was in Haining, I saw one of the ladies in the house bathing in the lake accidentally, because the lady was too beautiful and shouted out of shape... although the lady didn't blame herself, she could actually be blamed for spying on the spring, by many of the master's sons, secretly.

Changed, changed... the fate of Ningfan changed, the heart changed... the emotion of a teenager ceased, a scene of slaughter, a blood war, after fifty years of dreaming in Pluto, the heart of Ningfan became old and calm.

His snooping made the little lonely and cold look, suddenly he was ashamed, didn't look past his eyes, and darkened to blame Ning Fan's eyes lightly.

He held his fist and suddenly gave a toast to loneliness.

“Thank you. Your sword saved my life a few times... and now you promise to protect my master, then I'd rather owe you two! ”

“Really...” lonely but suddenly turned away, her lips lightly, seemingly hesitant.

When I turned around again, I pulled an ancient scroll out of my arms.

“Here you go...” she said only slightly, but in her eyes, a hint of tension flashed, making her immediately add.

“Just borrowing it, not giving it to you... don't think too much...”

Take an ancient roll with a hint of body temperature and a hint of virgin fragrance.

The most important thing to care about is not the fragrance, but the content of the ancient scroll.

He gently flipped a few pages of the ancient scroll, but quickly revealed shock and immediately closed the scroll to return the solitude.

“Such a gift, I can't accept! ”

“I said to borrow you just to see, you don't tell anyone. I accidentally obtained this ancient scroll from Jianzu's trial. Except for me, it's Father, and I haven't seen it! Show it to you, you show it! What are you talking about?” Loneliness seemed to be negative, and somehow she was angry when she saw Ning Fan.

Stomped his feet, his soul scattered, but he returned to his grave.

“Walk, walk, don't want to see you!” She ordered the eviction.

Holding an ancient scroll, he preferred to sigh and gaze at the hill.

In the lonely sound of expulsion, he was silent.

That ancient book, it's a gift...

"Sword Fingers"... is handed down as one of the sword ancestors inherited secret swords, the trick of which is to practise the body of a monk as a sword, and eventually cultivate to the realm of the sword, not holding a sword, but slashing enemies with it.

This is an ancient demonic refinement technique, belonging to the Too Ancient Lost Demon! But somehow, she was really lonely to get, and this woman, she really had a chance.

The art of sword body is divided into a total of more than ten volumes of Lin Lin Lin, including "Sword Finger", "Sword Bone", "Sword Eye" and "Sword Heart". Among them, "Sword Finger" volumes describe the cultivation of fingers as the magic of swords.

If the Brothers have ten fingers and ten fingers become swords, then between the fingers, the sword can cut the demon. This technique is a scroll, and the fingers of the sacrifice are turned into swords, painfully unspeakable, extremely difficult, the first thing, is the spiritual vein of the earth, hammering the finger sword.

Ning Fan remembered the day when Niehuang's white bone, a finger white bone, destroyed the power of the heavens and the earth.

Divine Demonic Body Refining Techniques, as the body strengthens, its power will become more and more horrible.

I'd rather have the flesh of the first frontier of silver bones. I can smelt the body technique, but it's just the colour of a shitty street like "The Body of the Six". The Giant Bone Tips have not been practiced yet, and even if practiced, most of them are less powerful than the fingers of Sword Fingers!

From the lonely words, it can be heard that this woman obtained this technique from the Sword Ancestor Trial.

What the Sword Ancestor Trial is, I prefer not to know, but imagine that it must be one of the most solemn trials in the world of swords, even most likely, where the opportunity is coincidentally inherited by Sword Ancestors and pursued wildly by all the old geeks.

And the "Sword Finger" technique, if the old sword monsters knew, would surely be greedy.

Such a precious thing, little loneliness, raised his hand and gave himself... it made Ningfan, mind extremely complicated for a moment.

This woman has feelings for herself... and if he can't even see this, he is truly unjust.

“A hundred years from now, if I do not die, I will go to the sword world...”

After saying this, the light flashed and dissipated in the snow and wind.

But the loneliness of hearing this in the hills suddenly revealed a smile after a long silence.

“Well, Ning Xiaodian, you have a conscience... and if you don't come, I'll hate you for the rest of my life...”

...

Three days later, in the snow and wind, Ning Fanmei gave up his loneliness and went with the group to build a sword.

The old devil walked off very hard, laughed haha, but watched his storage bag carefully. What's in the bag is a coffin that's most important to him.

A lot of Vietnamese monks, the wind comes around, watching this rare sight. Some recognize the old devil, others recognize the sword world brothers, and the old monsters, recognize the lonely men and women who defeated the overseas brothers decades ago.

A cold-blooded cicada, a dark heart, how the Korean Won is, is involved with a big sword figure.

Someone with a heart, hidden to see that the old demon is abnormal, but now, the old demon disciple, Ningfan, in Vietnam like day and day, only a fool will go to the bottom of the old demon...

Outside Seven Plum City, in the snow and wind, behind Ningfan, follow the four melting spirits, eyes to the old demons, until they cannot be seen, each revealing the colour of sighing.

Four clan chiefs, without the old demons, the mind was empty, soon, Ningfan would also leave Vietnam... seven plums, without the hustle and bustle of the old demons, as if it were an empty city.

“Young lord, from this day on, where should I go from...” Murray Ink gave a gift, respectfully asked.

“Four homeowners have lived a lifetime of hard labor, and now, it's just an opportunity to let go of common practice and practice... these dandrugs-- the kung fu, and practice mind-- the refinery alchemy experience, which I've been preparing for in three days, maybe in a hurry, but it should be very helpful to you. ”

A drum storage bag was handed over to Ink Rushua, Ningfan's eyes, and finally swept across Seven Plum City, smiling and turning away.

After his departure, the Six clan chiefs opened their storage bags, one by one, revealing a shocking gaze.

Spirit Dan! Solid Lindane! There are even a lot of breakthroughs in Jindan to fix Dan medicine!

Among them, the highest grade of Dan medicine has even reached four turns!

And Ningfan retained the cultivation heart, from the melting spirit, all the way to the Yuan Baby, so deeply realized, every step has a detailed explanation, with this understanding, four people can cultivate, almost countless turns can be less!

The qualifications of the four are not weak, but using their minds on refiners, arrays, cloud refining, and spiritual spirits, with these training minds, Dan medicine, the four of them will practice to the peak of melting spirit within ten years, absolutely not difficult!

And these realizations make people knot not a problem, even if there is an opportunity, life is promising... to form a meta-baby!

This storage bag, Ningfan is careful, but it's a gift!

And what makes the Four Chiefs more concerned is that Ningfan waves so many gifts, the real cultivation, what is the boundary? What height has its alchemy reached?

“Unpredictable!” Qi Qi, the chief of the four clans, exclaimed, and after all four of them had swept through Yu Jian, the Yu Jian burst into ashes.

This jade Jane, set a special array, swept by the four minds, destroys herself.

Ningfan seemed worried that these cultivation hearts would provoke some of Kim Dan's old geeks to spy on him, causing unnecessary trouble for Qimei City, so after everyone visited, he destroyed Yu Jane himself.

This made the Four Clan Chiefs sigh again.

Young master's mind is also very high... so human, even in the endless seas known as' grave repair ', will probably stir up a wind and cloud.

“Thank you, Lord! With me waiting, Seven May will surely be in peace! ”

Four voices, or high or low, but powerful enough to sound like a cloud.

Hundreds of miles away, Ningfan read and smiled.

That's good...

Seven May, it's stable.