Transcending the Nine Heavens

Night Emperor then turned to smile in love: "Senior Bu, the junior has said goodbye. We'll see you later. ”

"“ Fuck off! ”

“Wait!” Chuyang stood up slowly and asked heavily, “Who killed Ling Ling Dance? Stand out and let me see. ”

An old man in black snorted coldly, arrogantly stepping forward, fading away: “It's me. My name is Night! What, are you gonna avenge him? ”

Chu Yang looked at him lightly and slowly: “Night! Who hurt my master and mother? ”

“Me too.” Night sneer: “The jumping clown, can't beat it, just one hand of success, can't bear it, what else can we talk about with vengeance? ”

“This man's mouth stinks!” Chu Yang said faintly.

“My mouth stinks, I'll wash it!” Brewery snorted, suddenly his body moved, the next moment, a few bangs, the guy had been slapped more than a dozen times in a row, rolling all the way out.

Blood runs through the corners of the mouth.

“No killing today.” Chuyang: “Night, you belong to my master. Live well, don't die too soon! That would be disappointing! ”

Night Beatles scattered on the ground, staring heavily at Chuyang, "With a monk? Chuyang, you're dreaming! ”

“Dream not, you'll know later.” Chuyang said indifferently: “But take care! Be precious! ”

“Let's go! ”

The Night Emperor hummed, and a cloudy night mist swayed twice, and suddenly disappeared.

Night folks, the tide generally retreated out.

“You shouldn't have promised your father revenge.” Brilliant walked to Chuyang, shook his head and sighed: “Monkey years and months? ”

Chu Yang said faintly: "My master said," If you avenge it with your own hands, you will surely do it! I will do everything in my power to help Master fulfill this wish! ”

“I would also like to use the power of Senior Bu to kill all these people... but then, I don't feel anything. Without vengeance, it always feels lacking!” Chuyang said softly: “The vengeance must be avenged with one's own hands. Hate must be repaid face to face! This is what happens when a man is alive and is happy to take revenge. ”

Blimey sighed: “If everyone wants to avenge themselves...”

“Avenging with one's own hands requires competence!” Chuyang quietly said: “My master has this ability!” His eyes seemed to burn in madness, and there was a saying, engraved in his heart: even if he didn't, I'd let him have it!

From now on, with the Nine Clans, we will live forever!

"“ Go back, "he exclaimed. ”

Chuyang did not speak a word, bent over to lift up the body of Ling Ling Dance, night rains with people, sent Meng Xuan and early morning back to Chuyang's Orchid Garden, all the way, night rains did not say a word.

When I went to Lan Xiangyuan, I let go of people and said goodbye to the rain at night, I used to look at Chu Yang and seemed to want to say something.

But Chu Yang did not look at him.

The night rains eventually sighed and turned around.

Although there is some sympathy, although my aunt is here, we are enemies after all.

After today, we are immortal!

Whatever you say is superfluous.

Chuyang was busy conditioning his body for Meng Xuan and the early morning of the night, Meng Xuan over his body, broken spine, broken legs, broken knees, broken ribs four, one of which seemed to have been inserted into his gut; five dirty ruptures, most seriously, the head was violently vibrated by the supreme palm force, although it was just a slope past, but it was the most serious injury that hit Meng Xuan's head.

Almost, only half breath left!

Had it not been for the incomplete Nine Danes hanging, it would have been unfortunate at this moment!

Early in the night on one side, he was more seriously injured than Meng due to his desperate efforts to block his palm power.

The corpse of the Lincoln Dance was quietly placed in the Orchid Hall.

Purple evil love and Feng Moon and others came back, all surprised, no one thought that such a tragic event had happened after going out for a while.

Until the middle of the night, Meng suddenly regained some wisdom and opened his eyes.

“Cold dance...?” Meng suddenly turned his eyes.

“…” Chu Yang turned away.

“First time? …” Meng suddenly had a low voice, asked.

“Still unconscious.” Chu Yang consoled: “Mother will be fine, I promise. ”

Meng suddenly burst out tears in both eyes, and the atheist looked over his head, a long sigh.

“Let me avenge him with my own hands… this is the last demand of a cold dance.” Meng was super weak, “those people, they were mine. ”

“It's yours!” Chu Yang nodded and softly comforted himself.

“But this time, they're after you.” Meng suddenly looked at Chu Yang: “Be careful. ”

Chu Yang looked heavy and nodded slowly.

It's for me!

“I'm sleepy, I'm sleeping.” Meng's superb mouth revealed a familiar spill and smiled softly: “In the dream, go for a drink with the cold dance. ”

Chu Yang had an acid in his heart, Meng had fallen asleep.

The next day, Ling family came and picked up the body of Ling Ling Dance. I heard that Ling Fengyun and the Night Emperor had a big fight, almost fighting, and the two people were unhappy and dispersed.

The winner is Ling Ling Xue.

Ling Ling Xuehuan's eyes were red, it could be seen that the death of Ling Ling Dance was a great blow to her. As she walked away, she looked at Chuyang and said: “Uncle went like this, although he died for his love, but the root is you. ”

“Uncle Er has lived long enough to die, which is also a relief. Though the living can be, he is relaxed after all. ”

“So let me remind you once, the Heavenly City Magazine, be careful! ”

Snow and cold said softly.

Chu Yang was silent, “Thank you. ”

“I'll pick up Uncle Er today. Tomorrow morning, I'll take a few people and help Ling go back to Lingxiang. See you later, it's a long way off. How precious. ”

“Since then, the Nine Clans and you, Chuyang, have been immortal! I'll see you in the future. If you can kill me, don't be merciful! ”

After the cold and snowy words, take people outside.

He walked to the door and suddenly stopped. He said: "Uncle Er's sword is called ‘Solo Dance in Cold Weather’. Uncle Er said that Ling Xuexi danced alone in the cold weather, destined to be lonely for his life. ”

"" Tell your master to cherish this sword. ”

The snow is gone.

Corpse with a cold dance.

Meng was a little reluctant, but Ling Ling Dance, after all, was a Ling family member. Buried in Lingjia's ancestral tomb is also the root of the deciduous leaves. He could only look at the cold snow and leave with the cold dance, sighing: “The cold dance, from now on, the brothers drink alcohol, only in dreams. ”

Three days later, Meng had been able to sit up, but was still unconscious in the early morning.

In this regard, Chuyang also found it strange that her injuries, under the pharmaceutical power of the incomplete version of Jiuweidan, should never be in danger of her life, nor would such coma occur, how could this be?

The problem, purple evil, was solved: she subconsciously thought she was dead. Besides, they die with their loved ones, with their friends. This death is willingness in the early morning.

I can feel happy to die!

So although the body is intact, the mental consciousness is in a state of ‘fake death'.

I don't know how long this will last, but... as long as she doesn't wake up herself ‘actually alive', she'll never wake up!

For this situation, both Purple Evil Love and Chu Yang are powerless.

Meng suddenly looked at it quite openly: "It's all right, without me to take care of her, she would never be in trouble. One day, she'll wake up. Now if you wake up, you have to accept the cruel reality… so, or it's a good thing. If you guys are busy, she'll leave it to me... even if we can't wake up for life, but we... are together after all. ”

Meng suddenly looked at the quiet early morning lying beside him, with infinite tenderness in his eyes.

Purple evil and Chu Yang silently spoke.

I don't know much about this feeling, whether it's purple evil or Chu Yang. Because, of course, it's too complicated.

Two green plum bamboo horses... the family at the beginning of the night wiped out Meng Chao Yuan's family... the two of them loved each other... Ling Ching Dance is waiting... At the end of the early morning, let go of all worries and marry Meng Chao Yuan...

Lincoln dances to death.

Coma in the early morning.

Meng mourns the dead, takes care of the wounded, both revenge and love.

When you wake up in the early morning, do you have a heart knot? Now Meng Yan, what do you think?

Even a lucid thought like Chu Yang can't see all of this.

Complex, such as messing up the stirred silk, thousands of heads...

Day 5.

Meng has been able to get up and move, eat three meals a day, take good care of the early morning, other times, start practicing and cultivating. Surprisingly, despite Chuyang's myriad psychic drugs as a backup, Meng's tremendous practice of entering the country still deeply shocked Purple Evil Love!

Not just because Meng goes one step above the other, one step above the other. If that's all it is, it's not.

The key is that Meng takes care of the early morning of the night, which is the early morning of the night, and practicing is practicing. At the beginning of the night, in his heavens and earth, there seemed to be only one left at the beginning of the night.

But when practicing, the whole heavens and the earth, only practice!

Focus on your heart, there is no place for you! Once practiced, it is the deepest spiritual training. Absolutely no attention has been paid to anything else.

There are only four things in a day: taking care of the early morning, practicing kung fu, eating meals, smoking for half an hour every night, drinking alone in a cup of cold dancing, like brothers drinking together. Once in the sun, once in the dark, have a drink, pour the glass across the floor, then drink, pour.

Meng suddenly drank the luxury rose and flew with joy. Sometimes I laugh on my thighs, sometimes I cry in silence.

As handsome as usual, as light as usual. Just like friends get together, push a cup and throw up! Push your heart out, talk nothing.

Just like Chuyang today, Meng suddenly put a cup on every night to drink with the fantasy of the cold dance. After that, he continued his life for thousands of years!

Until the end of my life, I had a drink with the Lincoln Dance and said, "Brother, I'm here, you're here to pick me up.

Just meditating.

At that time, we don't know how many 10,000 years have passed...

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< Writing here, suddenly I think of a story, there is an old Red Army, discharged from the army after the founding of the country to go home, every night, put a cup on, drink with the sacrificed comrades, this habit has been going on, until the illness can not move, at the time of dying, said that the company comrades, I am just one short... I have to go. >

There is also a soldier who renounced all treatment after the war and became a tomb keeper for his comrades in the Martyrs' Mausoleum...

A lot more…

< Such real things are everywhere in China, there are really a lot of them. >

< I can't help but sigh, those who always say that in reality there is absolutely no abuse of the author's fabrication, how little have you experienced... If you even have such feelings to question blasphemy, then I don't blame you for yelling at me, but I feel sorry for you... because your life is too barren. > (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)