Chapter 848: Ten years!

Although the monk surnamed Hu and the monk surnamed Wang are a little noisy, they also know the general situation. Soon, he simply ignored anyone and handed over the right to speak to Wan Tianmu and the puppet old man.

Wan Tianmu saw that the two finally stopped and quickly answered, "Let's also talk about business. It happened that Ye Xiaoyou came, and this matter happened to be explained to all Taoist friends."

"Oh, what's the matter?" Dongfang Lei said in surprise.

Wan Tianmu said this and said seriously, "According to the news ahead, although we have the help of noble sects in Riyan City, Xilan's demons have also sent a lot of reinforcements. At least, now, some Xilan demons who enter and exit the tower of gods and demons already have some strange faces, and according to the eyes of some days, it seems that there are many more demons in the imperial road period, and there has even been a strange old demon in the virtual period. I think the reinforcement of Xilan's evil spirits is almost perfect.

"What are you afraid of? Their Xilan demons have reinforcements, and the reinforcements of our general battlefield are coming, afraid of what they will do. Wang really wants to have a big fight with them now and kill them to their hometown. The monk surnamed Wang said coldly.

"Is it you who will go to their hometown? What ability do you have besides recklessness? The monk surnamed Hu next to him said strangely.

"You stinky fox, talk again, believe it or not, I will tear you up." Wang Erhu shouted fiercely.

"Come if you have the ability!" The monk surnamed Hu pinched his orchid finger and pointed to Wang Erhu.

Dongfang Lei was afraid that the two would not go on like this. He interrupted and said with a smile, "Brother Wang, I'm too anxious. Now I don't understand the situation. If I rush to attack, I will only go wrong. And now there is no one to give advice in the whole seventh battlefield. We old guys have to discuss what to do.

Wan Tianmu laughed and said, "I also hope that these friends will go back and tell their families that you can be prepared. Those Xilan demons are cunning by nature, and no one knows what ideas they are brewing."

"That's natural." Dongfang Lei arched his hand and said, "I will tell Lord Jinghua and the elders about these things later. Now Lord Jinghua is practicing swords in the bamboo forest behind the palace, and it is not appropriate to disturb them now."

"Oh, the noble Lord Jinghua seems to love to practice swords." Wan Tianmu said with a smile.

"That's right, sister, she is a swordsman." The wind from the east said milky.

"The wind rises!" Mo Wumei said with a straight face.

When the east wind saw this, he shrank back timidly, looked at the crowd with a pretty face, and lowered his head.

Dongfang Lei smiled bitterly: "Qifeng is young and ignorant. I hope you can forgive me. However, what the wind said is true. Although Lord Jinghua accepted the inheritance of Jinghua, his illusion is unparalleled, but he has never abandoned the swordsmanship. Now, Lord Jinghua has understood the field of swords, and even has the meaning of integrating illusion into swordsmanship.

Wan Tianmu nodded and said, "The field of swords? That's awesome. I didn't expect Jinghua Taoist friends to be so young. In addition to accepting the inheritance of Jinghua, the way of sword cultivation can be so skillful, and integrate illusion into swordsmanship? That's really a fantastic idea."

"We think so too." Dongfang Lei laughed and did not introduce the name of mirror flower in depth.

Ye Xuan heard these people's words and me, thinking in his heart, and he didn't interrupt anything.

After Wan Tianmu talked a few words with these people, suddenly, a loud flute sounded and spread all over the palace. The sound of the flute was like running water, thin into the ears, as if the soul had been integrated into a layer of the world. Several people were stunned when they heard the sound of the flute.

This flute sounds nothing, but if you listen carefully, it gives people spiritual enjoyment.

If you listen to it more carefully, it seems that you can hear what the owner of the flute is pinning in the flute.

However, Wan Tianmu and others obviously only heard the first realm. Ye Xuan listened carefully to the flute, frowned, and only felt as if he remembered something.

In doubt, Ye Xuan couldn't help asking, "This flute is..."

When Dongfang Lei saw Ye Xuan's doubt, he smiled faintly and said, "It should be Lord Jinghua who has practiced the sword. Lord Jinghua is quite partial to bamboo, and this flute is made of bamboo. I just remember that Lord Jinghua used to be inside the dynasty. After practicing the sword every day, he would gently blow a song with an illusion, which sounded really good.

Mo Wumei smiled and said lightly, "Now that Lord Jinghua has finished practicing the sword, let's go and see Lord Jinghua. It happens that it is appropriate to discuss this matter of Xilan's evil with Lord Jinghua."

"I'm going to see my sister, okay." When the wind in the east heard that he was going to see the mirror, his eyes lit up, and his pretty face was full of happiness. Immediately, something sounded and quickly withdrew.

Dongfang Lei seemed to spoil the wind in the east. Seeing the other party like this, he shook his head with a wry smile.

"Two seniors, juniors only heard a few seniors talk about the name of mirror flower. What is this mirror flower?" Ye Xuanxin asked doubtfully.

"I heard that Ye Daoyou came from the Jiuxing Dynasty. I don't know that the name of Jinghua of our oriental clan is also normal." Dongfang Lei smiled and said, "Our Dongfang clan opened the door with illusion earlier, but unfortunately, although this illusion is strong, there are very few successors. And the illusion of each generation of successors can reach a very strong level. Speaking of speaking, Lord Jinghua of our generation used to live in the Jiuxing Dynasty in the early years because of some experiences. Maybe Ye Daoyou knew Lord Jinghua.

Dongfang Lei made a joke. The nine-star dynasty is very big. How could Ye Xuan happen to know Lord Jinghua?

Hearing Dongfang Lei's light introduction, Ye Xuan nodded and said, "So it is!"

As for the person who used to be a member of the Nine Star Dynasty, Ye Xuan was puzzled, but he didn't think so.

The sound still hovered, and Dongfang Lei and Mo Wumei led Ye Xuan and others to the back of the palace.

On the way, Wan Tianmu said in surprise, "This Xiaoyin can really give people spiritual enjoyment and integrate illusion. Even the Xiaoyin can do it to this extent. The name of the noble mirror flower really lives up to its reputation."

Listening carefully, their bodies seem to have integrated into another world, and even their virtual period seems to feel that they are walking and doing things, which is very unreal, as if they are wandering in reality and falsehood.

Dongfang Lei smiled bitterly and said, "Lord Jinghua is cold-hearted and usually has no hobbies, so he has integrated illusions into these few hobbies."

He is a person who has been in contact with Lord Jinghua several times. He knows that this Jinghua is not only indifferent, but also not ordinary cold. Even if the other party is alone in the bamboo forest for a year, he will not feel bored. Usually, there is nothing to say. In the Oriental clan, I don't even have a friend, but my daughter... Dog, Dongfang Qifeng has a better relationship with her.

In addition, he only knew that the mirror flower seemed to hate his father Dongfang Zuo, who brought her back ten years ago. Other than that, he only knew that the mirror flower was mysterious and unpredictable.

"It's here!" Dongfang Lei took everyone to the bamboo forest and said with a smile.

Ye Xuan looked at the bamboo forest, rows after row of bamboo, frowned, and remembered something in his heart.

And the flute lingering in the ears is a little louder, making people subconsciously want to see the beauty of the owner of the flute.

Dongfang Lei led the people into the bamboo forest.

Soon, the Xiaoyin became more and more real, until everyone saw the owner of the Xiaoyin.

The long bamboo was bent, and the bamboo was leaning against a young woman. The woman was dressed in white, with several small regular hairpins printed on the white dress, white boots on her feet, holding the ancient flute made of bamboo, and playing gently. Looking at the sky, even if everyone came here, they never turned their heads and raised their eyes.

Her expression was cold, and her eyes were like clear water, but there was no emotional fluctuation.

"Sister Qiao." Dongfang Qifeng saw Dongfang Qiao and shouted sweetly.

However, at this time, Ye Xuan could no longer hear the sound around him. When he saw the woman leaning on the curved bamboo, his body trembled, his pupils contracted, and he only felt as if his heart had been cursed.

Ten years...

Ten years!