Transcending the Nine Heavens

Drumming in the night with Xiao Zhen.

This disciple of the venerable, Tianxiang, not to mention a young man of great blood, even the two of them have to be surprised. It is absolutely unavoidable if the dude in the family sees something twisted or spoiled.

But if it's because of this, the old ancestors of the family will have to go and thank themselves for their sins...

First, this... this is also a little unjust... Second, it is estimated that the ancient ancestors will return to sin, and the whole family will lose a layer of skin. Especially the one who caused the accident... should be turned into an exhaust cylinder for the whole family up and down for decades...

I never thought I'd turn my back a bit in my life, and... I wouldn't die.

“When the two of us return, we must strictly order the family to prevent this from happening!” Two people sweat cold. At the same time, one thing came to mind: if a bold person is a direct descendant of himself...

When I think of the old ancestral harsh family law, it suddenly becomes the chill of the spirits.

“Mmm.” The wind and rain nodded softly and quietly, "In the meantime, we'll play with the apprentice in the southeast... Don't make such a scenery, what a scenery you've destroyed, then we won't have to see it. ”

“Yes, yes. No more fighting, no more fighting.” They nodded in unison, sweating on their foreheads.

“Like this black pine forest... hey, how to play in the future?” Feng Yuxiu frowned slightly, "I like the landscape, Yamakawa Lingxiu, the land wonder, the water flow is clear, the grass shallots... If there is no fun, I am not happy still second, that's all, but he... if you are unhappy, then you two can be a little upset. ”

The two nodded in unison.

In fact, the moon listens to snow unhappy is still the second, because he is unhappy is a person; but you are unhappy is more horrible, because if you are unhappy, the moon listens to snow more unhappy than he is unhappy himself, which is that you two are unhappy together, which is really bad...

The wind and rain frowned softly: “Let's go, the smell here is a little too bad.” Turn around; “Qian Qian, follow me. ”

White clothes floated, so quietly flew up, Lingbo Fairy flew out.

Behind her, Wu Qian Qian, dressed in black, also followed her. Both sides of her body disappeared.

The two supremes relieved themselves at the same time and sat almost on the ground.

“Suspended.” Night went wild.

“Yeah, it's hanging.” Xiao Zhen wiped a sweat.

“Fortunately, the wind and rain are soft… not the moon listens to the snow.” Suddenly there are palpitations in the heart: “The wind and rain are famous for their good temper and tenderness. ”

“However, her apprentice is not gentle, she is not a killer, although it is so low, but naturally carries a superior attitude, fingering, there is a taste of seeing the sky, if it grows, it must be another month to listen to snow. Even stronger... Moon listens to snow and wind and rain softly teach disciples... My God, how could this happen? ”

Xiao Zhen sighed.

Both sighed at the same time.

Then suddenly he woke up, and suddenly an arrow jumped out at night, angry: "Xiao Zhen! You and I will settle this day with you! ”

Xiao Zhen drank: “At night, I look at you today in the face of the honored, let you go! ”

Both of them were a little talkative, he said.

Then they all hummed, one eastbound, one westbound, splitting.

Night home and Xiao family can't fight temporarily, and Xiao family and Huang family can only temporarily rest on Gango because the snow is in the southeast during this period of time.

But not being able to fight here doesn't mean not being able to fight anywhere else. Mountains don't spin, people, they end up walking around.

The wind and rain suddenly appeared, preparing Chu Yang for a long time before lifting the wind and cloud to extinguish!

On the face of it, the wind and rain softened, and Chu Yang's long history of planning became useless.

But who can make it clear whether this is good or bad for Chu Yang?

The open gun turned into a dark arrow, and the open fire turned into a dark flame, buried underground… Once the wind and cloud blow, it can be blown again.

In any case, no one who dies today can be resurrected!

Well, the seed of hatred, after all, is planted.

And, as Sword Spirit once said: Even if you've made an irreparable mess, what can you do with your strength now?

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On the other side, the wind and rain softly carried Wu Qian Qian, walking among the mountain forests, Wu Qian followed her, eyes, some excitement, some confusion.

With such a powerful master, of course, is a straight path. But your future is doomed to great responsibility!

But at the same time, she was a little confused about her future.

The more you follow the mighty Master, the more responsibility you have. Because, the honor of the Master Gate, at the moment of worship, merges with his own blood.

Wu Qian Qian can be defeated and can die; however, the apprentice of the moon listening to snow and the wind and rain cannot be defeated and cannot die!

Be strong!

Must be strong in order to defend the honor of the Master Gate. Only by being strong can we truly help... Chu Yang!

Chu Yang!

When she remembered the name, Wu Qian Qian had a hanging pain in her heart. She subconsciously pinched the leg of the black robe she was wearing.

There, the surface looks, smooth, but with a touch of hand, slightly raised.

Wu Qian Qian knows what is there.

Chu Yang, Qian Qian likes you!

This is the robe she made for Chuyang. After Chuyang left, King Chuyan's robes were all made by Wu Qian Qian herself. Each time she made a robe, she couldn't help it. The subconscious used her hair as a needle thread. In that position, she embroidered the same words.

Only in a black robe like this can she feel connected to Chuyang. Chu Yang, still around. Just like a year ago, Chu Yang and himself sat opposite each other at a table.

Whether it's for the sake of life or conspiracy, whether it's a small plot or a big power; whether it's people's observation or political analysis, whether it's the Yamakawa River or the Nine Heavens...

Chu Yang, like himself, said and explained.

He seemed inadvertent, and he seemed to be listening.

But she knew he was listening with all his heart, and he knew she was listening with all her heart.

Wu Qian Qian sighed softly in her heart, as if those sharp and calm eyes appeared in front of her again. Chuyang's eyes, sometimes gentle, if autumn water, sometimes cold, if eagle, sometimes sharp, such as sword, sometimes painful, if deep, sometimes intense, such as fury, sometimes very vague, very hollow...

It is that pair of eyes, often unintentionally, reflecting a thousand general emotions from inside, all kinds of magic; slowly wrapping around Uqian, surrounding him, until he immersed himself in it, can no longer walk out.

Fang Xin is down!

Chuyang left and took over King Chuyan's seat. Every time he handled one thing, he felt even better: he had laid the foundation, did it himself or some place was inappropriate, looking forward and backward... So, how much pressure was he under when he handled the same thing? What kind of strength is that? How much mental effort is required...

It took three days to find out about Chu Yang's original education.

Everything, he had made clear, including the situation prevailing in the Nine Dominant Households, which he had joked about.

“One mountain is not yet tolerated by two tigers, let alone the Nine Kingdoms without the Lord? The Nine Great Families are fighting each other, which is absolutely certain. ”

Nine Heavens is as good as the clouds, the poor are both visual and audiovisual, there is no end.

Chu Yang also said at the time.

“Who knows exactly how big the world is and what kind of master it is? What kind of master can honor the world? It's all a mist, not to a certain extent, and you'll never know that level. ”

“The next three days are the kings; but what about the middle three days? What about the last three days of true convergence of all elites? What about the legendary monarchy? Premium, how is it? Above all, nobody knows? The heavens are endless. So, how can there be an end? Since there is no end, what is the ultimate? ”

Wu Qian Qian thought about what Chuyang had said at the time, and he was actually a little obsessed.

Chu Yang, you know a lot.

Chu Yang, Qian Qian misses you so much.

Chu Yang, where are you?

Wu Qian Qian or never thought that, just as she and the wind and rain softly stepped into the black pine forest, Chuyang's attack on the black clothes was also silent out of the black pine forest.

In a way, she was just passing by with Chu Yang...

She goes here in the direction of Chu Yang, or will deviate.

But Chu Yang went there, but it was just the way Wu Qian Qian walked all the way, there is no deviation!

The route of the two men coincided perfectly, but in the same direction as the north and south.

This cannot be said less to be a pity, let alone a sadness, for lovers.

The wind and rain walked quietly in front of her. She was a gentle and gentle woman. She felt that her apprentice seemed to be somewhat unsatisfied. She did not say anything, but slightly sighed in her heart.

This disciple, talented, exceeded his expectations; wisdom exceeded the expectations of the moon to hear snow; perseverance and heart exceeded the expectations of both. The speed of practice is even more exciting for both of us. It is arguably the only talent in the past ten thousand years!

And in her body, that seemed to be the true Qingyin Qi of heaven, but also the joy of surprise, ecstasy.

Unfortunately, this disciple has a heart and is not in his chest. It was tied to a young man whom she was reluctant to name.

The more such a woman, once in motion, is lifelong.

The more such a woman, the more unrepentant she is; the more unrepentant she is, the easier it is to be a tragedy...

With the soft spiritual power of the wind and rain, she does not need to look back, but can clearly feel the deep thoughts and sadness in Wu Qian Qian's eyes now.

Your heart, where's the zero?

The wind and rain sighed slightly.

“Qian Qian. ”

“Master, the disciple is here. ”

“Think of him again? ”

“… Yes. ”

“Who the hell is he? ”

“… Master, forgive me, disciple… cannot speak. ”

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