Grasping Evil

Wang Si, Yuan Bao medium-term repair, known as Uncle Wang and Fourth Uncle, is quite promising in Aung Su City.

After he gave the order, he drove the boat alone, carrying Ningfan and Xu Qiuling, through the heavy sea fog, to a distant island. The rest of the naval vessels followed his orders and stayed where they were.

The boat was traveling very slowly, reminding Ningfan of Wu Guo's boat journey.

Xu Qiuling stood beside Ning Fan, gently clamping his feet, trying to breathe the slightly salty sea breeze, the silk was blown, but he was happy.

At the helm of the sail, Uncle Wang sang a fishing song, a simple song, a hint of Ning Fan's memory.

Originally his mood had reached the half-step virtual realm before the turn of the bell. At this moment, his mood was again driven by loosening and uplifting.

“Mr. Zhou, remember" Aung Su ", do not use any magic. We are just ordinary people…” Xu Qiuling warned again.

“You've said it many times. ”

“Promise me you won't use force against anyone in Aung Su! ”

Xu Qiuling's eyes seemed to have a magic force that made Ningfan unwilling to refuse his request.

Ning Fan nodded. If Qiu Ling was not in danger of life, he would not compare with others.

The sky slows down and the morning turns to midday and then into the evening. In the distance, a quiet island in the evening is a distant sight.

Not only are the four ships of the King returned to the sea, but in other directions, many seaboats returned to the island, some returned fishing and others carried several monks as well, and came to Gusu to refine his heart.

The purpose of refining the mind is to transform the fans and chop the fans. For Yuan Baby and Old Monster, being able to transform the fans and chop the fans means being able to transform the gods into success in this life. And so many of the monks who came here were Yuan Baby Monsters.

Kindan like Autumn Ling, maybe some.

It is rare for a deity like Fan.

On the shore of the island, a team of defectors dressed as Koshi, were examining the archdeacons. With the Wang Si tier relationship, Ningfan can enter the island with little scrutiny, only to be asked to hide the treasure and storage bag.

With the exception of Ningfan and Xu Qiuling, more than a dozen monks on the island were almost unexpectedly asked to search their bodies.

Wang Si handed Ning Fan two men a purse of money from Shenzhen, then sailed off the island.

Xu Qiuling pulled Ningfan, rented a carriage and drove into Aung Su.

Bamboo hedge fields, small bridges running water, swallows returning late.

At night, at the top of the Ray Cloud Tower, a raging fireworks were set on fire.

“It's beautiful... it's Bao Cui Gang's colorful fireworks...” Xu Qiuling opened the curtain and looked at the fireworks in the carriage, like he was drunk.

Ningfan's eyes have a stronger color of remembrance. He began to create the illusion that killing, repairing demons, blood sea, fighting all the way. It was just a dream. He woke up. He would still be in the green water of Wu Guo's Qingshan, to calm down his life.

Just too many times he had no choice.

Just on the way to the monastery, he couldn't back off.

In his eyes, gradually emerges the colour of struggle, struggling is the choice of fairies and fans.

A scene of memories, filled with his mind, seemed to knock on his heart, become a voice, not live in his heart to sound.

“There is no way to fix the road, turning back to Van...”

Marv was quite surprised to see Xu Qiuling's mouthful of broken fireworks.

“The girl has a good eye. It doesn't look like she's new to Aung Su. It's Beggar Festival. It's a blessing to have a girl with a valentine to catch up with this festival...”

Muff began to flock and explain that he was a fairly talkative mortal, but Xu Qiuling had no intention of climbing with him.

When Xu Qiuling saw Ningfan's indelible struggle and memories, she held Ningfan's hand gently.

The first time I saw Ning Fan, he had the same look, sweeping away the confusion and improving his mood before the Bell Orchid.

Today, Ningfan is lost again, and he is raising his mind with the breath of the earth.

Xu Qiuling felt sorry for herself. She just wanted Ningfan to rest. Ningfan was too tired and strong.

It was only at this moment that Xu Qiuling realized that he had no time to hang out.

“I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought you here at all, it would only bother you more...” Xu Qiuling blamed himself.

“No problem. ”

Ning Fan's eyes gradually cleared up. He didn't think otherwise. He had just struggled, and his mind had improved considerably.

The mood needs opportunity, awareness to improve, and not painstaking repair to improve.

With such a good opportunity to improve my mood, I prefer not to let go of myself or think that this place is a waste of time.

Holding Xu Qiuling's hand tightly, Ningfan's eyes also looked at the fireworks in the night sky and faded away.

“I owe you an apology for your kindness. After all, I can't be a mortal… but I don't regret walking down the road! ”

“I'm a monk! ”

Ningfan's eyes were steadfast and he was even more proud of a monk. He is not a lost age, and his heart is not far from the realm of purification!

At this moment, he has a temperament that doesn't fit in. The mood improves, and a little momentum dissipates, something that is not even noticed under the Grand Master. This slight momentum dissipated. In a moment, the whole city of Aung Su trembled for a moment. It was rarely noticed!

At this moment, the formation method of confinement of Aunt Sucheng's heavenly and earthly spirituality was almost crumbled by this slight momentum!

Hiss!

In the city of Aung Su, five elderly people stumbled in the city, all of whom were cultivated by the Archbishop, pushed out the door, looked at the sky shocked, and poured in the cool air.

The sea of Gu Su is equipped with a spiritual formation method, which can isolate all the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth, giving the city a general atmosphere.

This spiritual array method is the peak array method of chemistry, and the design is so subtle that it cannot be broken by force.

Even though it is the Ancestor of God, it will never break this line without using the base card magic treasure.

But just now, this ghost battle in Sioux City seemed to have been broken by someone!

The slight momentum reveals a great sense of consciousness, clearly caused by mood repair and upliftment. That awareness has surpassed the realm of God, almost reaching the level of purification!

The five elderly people were horrified and all realized that there was a terrible person in the city of Aung Su!

“Who is it? Almost touched the void level! ”

After all, the questions of the five will not be answered, and they are very brief, isolated from the world, not to mention that there was a demon in the sea, and that demon came to Gu Su 20 years later!

Above Qingshi Long Street, the travelers weave like weavers, and the phoenix moves.

Behind him, a young man in white was respectfully accompanied by a young man in a green shirt who felt the atmosphere with his eyes closed.

If the overseas monks were here, it would be recognized that the young man in white was a pride figure of ten Daoists, the most qualified of the seven offshore sons - Wang Yun!

Wang Yun, a 400-year-old infant and 900-year-old peak, reached the realm of half-step deity in 20 years, not far from deity.

In his capacity, he would be so respectful to accompany the green schoolboy, enough to see that the schoolboy's identity is even more superior.

“Brother Yun, how is Aunt Sioux? Can it help you realize that Dusty Dan has broken five to intermediate? ”

Wang Yun's tone is so respectful, you can actually tell from his words that the green shirt scholar, herself is a junior Dan master of five turns!

“Difficult... Although the dancing technique is difficult to improve, my mind is almost breaking through the middle of God... It looks like it has reached the middle from the beginning of God, meaning it can wait! ”

Green shirt books have a faint tone, but they have their own arrogance.

Rare people know that his name is Yunnan Su. He is the second most proud generation in the Yu Palace Qingjun generation. He is a thousand years old bone. In the early period of cultivation, Dan Jie was transferred to the lower level!

In front of Yun Xing Su, Wang Yun and other overseas seven sons are not worth mentioning at all!

“By the way, the endless sea is at least not the land of the Emperor Zhou Lei. The Qingjun generation, apart from Zhou Jia Zhou Qing, has few eyes to see. What a disappointment! ”

If Yun missed Su, he would be ashamed of Wang Yun's eyes. Regarding his qualifications, he asked himself whether it was difficult to shoot horses and Yun missed Su. This person can reach such a realm of double cultivation of Danfa, cannot be underestimated.

However, Wang Yun was extremely reluctant to agree with Yun Xiaoxiao's endless breath of contempt for Su.

“Without concealing Brother Su, Wang Yun knew one person. His qualifications were even higher than Zhou Qing's. It was rumored that he had returned to overseas. Even if he read Brother Su's first entry into the infinite sea, he should have heard his name. ”

In front of Wang Yun's eyes, not only appeared a black shadow in white, but that shadow stomped all the pride of the seven offshore sons on a snowy and windy night!

“You mean Zhou Ming!” Su's eyes flashed and he shook his head and smiled softly.

“Zhou Ming this person, when it is rumored that Yuan Baby can cut off God, now that he has returned, is even more notorious... However, in my eyes, he is just a good qualifier, maybe stronger than Zhou Qing, but it is not worthy of my attention...”

Cloud Su didn't think so, but his voice had just fallen, and he looked up at the sky.

But seeing the spectacular array of spirits shielded from spiritual energy in heaven and earth was almost completely shattered by the slightest uplifting of the mood!

At the time of its shock, a wagon slowly passed from the street. Su's gaze slipped and he landed on a young man in the wagon in white and black.

This almost collapsed the mood of the Great Spirit Formation, clearly emanating from the chariot youth!

“Who is this man! I can't see through it! His state of mind almost fixed the emptiness! ”

“He, is Zhou Ming! ”

Wang Yun's eyes shocked, his shock was no less than Yun Xing Su's, and even more!

Wang Yun never thought that he would meet Ning Fan in the alluring city of Gu Su, not to mention that it was just a wagon rubbing past. The atmosphere that Ning Fan revealed almost broke Wang Yun's pride heart!

“He's a million times stronger than he was!” Wang Yun revealed a complex color. Ning Fan gave him an unbeatable feeling. Today's Ningfan, he doesn't even deserve to stand next to Ningfan.

The previous moment, Yun Ming Su was still a proud expression.

At this moment, he was dyspnea.

This week, he can't even see through... as the second qualified Rain Palace, is he better than Ningfan!

Xu Xuping regained his mood and missed Su's eyes, revealing a hint of war intent.

“Zhou Ming... I never thought there would be such a person in the sea! ”

…

In the carriage, Ningfan Xu Xuping recovered, his eyes slightly strange.

The street the wagon just passed seemed to see a familiar face… probably an illusion.

He did not use mindfulness, nor did he want to break his heart in this mortal kingdom.

This is a great opportunity to boost the mood and stabilize the boundaries of the surge.

“Where are we going...” He just asked and was suddenly pulled by Xu Qiuling. He paid to get out of the car and rush towards the brightest night view of the light.

Playing all the way, he gave Wang four pieces of silver to defeat, but Xu Qiuling still looked excited.

“Look! That's Ray Cloud Tower. All the fireworks are burning in front of the tower...”

Xu Qiuling pointed at the Golden Tower, under which there were many stalls, drinking all kinds of fireworks.

After wandering through several stalls, Xu Qiuling's expression began to disappear.

“What's the matter?” I'd rather be concerned.

“Without the colorful fireworks that were previously fired..." Xu Qiuling seemed to love the colorful fireworks very much.

Her words had just fallen, on one side of the most viewed stall, an old man with pale hair, seemed to hear her sigh and deliberately drank,

“Coming! Under the Ray Cloud Tower, every player who plays against his husband wins, he gets a seven-color fireworks... that little brother should play against his husband! ”

The old man concentrated his eyes on Ningfan, instinctively telling him that Ningfan was a terrible figure.

But the old man is not afraid at all, because the old man himself is a master of late Yuan Baby, and better at chess games.

“One win, seven colors of fireworks?” Ning Fan smiled, holding Xu Qiuling and walking toward the people, he did not use any force, but he had a momentum to let the spectators unconsciously spread a path.

“Don't play chess with him! He is a chess obsessed Uncle Qi. He is a great chess player. Few people can beat him...”

Xu Qiuling was somewhat worried, just say it, more stubborn, whispered to Ning Fan, “Zibo is a middle-class magician... the chess technique is connected, his chess technique is really great. ”

“Really.” Ningfan did not think otherwise, sitting on a blue stone bench, across a stone chessboard, opposite Qi's old gaze.

“Husband Qi loses, he's a chess nut, this little brother is a bit cheesy. For the game of beauty, the little brothers are really trendy people, but the old man clearly said first, losing one round, the old man will pay 5 taels of silver, the tie won't take any money, won one round, the old man will give a bunch of fireworks... I don't know if the little brothers silver money is enough? ”

Qi Lao rubbed his hand and smiled. He seemed to think that he was steadily beating Ningfan. He only treated the latter as a fat sheep for slaughter.

There is no half-member infancy, a greedy old man.

“You got enough fireworks?” I'd rather one smile back.

Whoa!

The spectators are noisy. They are mortal. They can't see Ning Fan is powerful. They only know Qi's old chess skills are superior. He is almost the first of Aung Su. A proud boy appeared in front of them empty-handed. He is not afraid of Qi Old. He is truly a newborn calf. He is not afraid of tigers.

Nobody thinks Fan can win.

But one hour later, everyone's eyes fell to the ground.

In just one moment, Ningfan and Qi Lao Lian won 12 games in a row!

Remove the twelve fire-burning bamboo tubes, preferring Xu Qiuling to walk out of the crowd.

Sheng a district level intermediate array magician, for Ningfan, is a small matter.

“Mr. Zhou, the little girl never knew you were such a good chess player. It's really deep hidden...”

Xu Qiuling had a slight mouthful, what she knew about Ning Fan, only to be cultivated as a tall and dancing technician, I didn't expect to have the same outstanding qualifications for confrontation, otherwise it would not be easy to beat Qi Lao.

“Where else do you want to go? ”

“No, that's enough... let's go put these fireworks in and...”

Xu Qiuling's face turned red at the moment.

She bought red candles and soda.

She shook the painting, lit the red candle, and sailed with Ningfan over the Su River, while the banks of the river lit twelve fireworks.

She drank light wine, she was drunk playing the violin, and she tried to take away the fatigue of the slaughter with her own voice.

“July 7th, Changsheng Palace, when no one whispers at night... Mr. Zhou, a good night and a short night. With me, you can let go of all vigilance and take a good rest...”

This, Xu Qiuling said, Lu Waner also said that day.

“Will you sleep with me?” I'd rather have a barrel of wine, half a joke.

“If you dare... I dare! ”

“I really dare...”

Her eyes seemed to tell Ning Fan what he wanted.

There is a silent river and water in the ears, and the bells of Cold Mountain Temple ring from time to time.

Beneath is a shaky painting, sailing across the Su River, sailing off the island, sailing to the sea, with holes hidden in the sky, nobody even knew the painting existed.

This evening, the river was lost and candles burned in the painting, cheering all night.