038 woman in white

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The moon shadow was mottled, and a rain cloud floated by, covering the half-curved moon. Suddenly, a cold wind floated on the sword casting platform, and a soft and sad woman's voice came from the cold wind:

The mountain wind is astringent and the flowers are bitter.

Thousands of practices are always the way.

Look at the world and sigh for the world.

Thousands of suffering but affection?

The woman's voice was gentle and whispered softly. Although the figure was not seen, it came with a sad breath, which made Yang Zifan's heart germinate. He looked around and saw that the shadow of the tree was shaking but there was nothing. He was afraid that it was probably a mountain spirit. At that moment, he stood up and wondered what kind of mountain spirit monster he was, and he whispered such a poem bitterly.

The rain and clouds dissipated in the sky, and the crescent moon bent and lit up again, gradually illuminating the sword casting platform and the surrounding woods.

Yang Zifan noticed a woman in white standing in the woods in the east, with a blue silk shawl, with her back to him, and her long neck raised slightly. She was looking up at the sky. The poem came from her mouth.

"Who is this person? Is it a human or a demon? Yang Zifan's heart skipped a beat and didn't know what he had encountered.

For a long time, the woman in white lowered her head and only heard a faint sigh. She floated from the front, and she turned around.

The fog was light, like a green tent under a candle, reflecting the moon that day, gently and light. Shining on the white clothes, the woman looked over faintly.

Yang Zifan held his breath.

It was a water-like woman, with black and soft hair on her shoulders, a white face, graceful eyebrows and a small nose; her red lips were pale and her eyes were like water. Looking over, she actually looked at it with thousands of tenderness, and even her heart hurt.

Such a woman stood in the fog, hazy, so that people couldn't help loving her.

Yang Zifan felt that if he could continue to watch it, he might watch it like this all his life: "Who are you?"

The woman took a step forward, but seemed to leave. Yang Zifan hesitated and asked.

The woman in white did not answer, but flew up like blue smoke and swung into the night sky. Yang Zifan was shocked and hurriedly chased away.

The wind down the mountain is cold and bleak. The woman in white floated in the air like a wave of smoke, but Yang Zifan ran on the ground. In a blink of an eye, the distance became farther and farther, and he could not see the corners of his clothes.

Yang Zifan subconsciously pulled out the blood blade and pinched the sword formula. For the first time, the imperial sword turned into a touch of blood and crashed into the sky.

The sword roared, and half of the Tianyuan School had crossed between his breaths. Suddenly, there was a continuous drizzle in the sky. Yang Zifan was drenched and woke up for a moment. He was shocked and fell from the sword.

When he got up from the ground, he found that he had arrived at an unknown place, and there was no woman in white in the sky.

"Is it like the last night demon again this time?" During his breath, Yang Zifan's heart was cold, and his forehead was sweating. He only felt that he was afraid that he had made the same mistake again.

I hurriedly looked around. It was a white bamboo forest with light rain and no moonlight, drizzling in the forest.

"White bamboo forest...white bamboo peak..." Yang Zifan suddenly understood where he had come. The blood blade fell to one side, and he carefully picked it up and recalled that he could fly with the sword. Could it be that he had reached the level of the Golden Dan period? Lingjue saw that Jiuye Qinglian's heart was still the same, but he did get up with the sword, and the speed was not slow. What the hell is going on?

After thinking, Yang Zifan suddenly heard a quarrel between the bamboo forest on the left. He was slightly shocked and knew that he had run to Bai Zhufeng again at this time. He planned to go first.

So he quietly fled to the depths of the bamboo forest.

Just as he turned around and was about to leave, he suddenly heard a familiar voice in his ear:

"You are not for Yang Zifan."

Yang Zifan was shocked. Isn't this voice from Li Chengcheng?

Suddenly, with an axe roaring, Li Chengcheng's angry voice: "You are stabbing me with a sword, just like last time, for Yang Zifan, and then I thought I had never heard of this matter, and you didn't say it. It's nothing to stab me. It's me that hurts at most, but why did you say that you want an outsider to take charge of your Bai Zhufeng this time? You make it clear.

"Because I was stabbed with a sword? Am I... in charge of Bai Zhufeng?" Yang Zifan was shocked. The two things Li Chengcheng said were connected with him. He could no longer pull himself away and quickly returned to walk in the direction of the sound, and hid in the forest.

Through the white bamboo forest, in the sound of rain, Yang Zifan saw a small courtyard outside the forest. There was a stream passing through the courtyard, and Liang Yichen and Li Chengcheng stood in the courtyard.

Li Chengcheng's face is like frost, flying in front of him, and his momentum is about to fall.

"Tell me why, you have completely changed when you come back this time."

Liang Yichen shook his head and said no.

"Well, you don't even want to speak frankly as a friend of mine, then think you don't have a friend like me." Before the words fell, the sky tilted an inch and split it at Li Chengcheng himself.

Liang Yichen's face changed greatly, and the golden light on his body soared. The bamboo sword was like a thousand pounds of power, blocking Li Chengcheng.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound.

The sky was picked up and rotated into the ground.

Liang Yichen took his sword and sighed back, "Why do you have to do this? Knowing it increases my troubles. Since I want to know, I won't hide it from you. My master's father has passed away.

Li Chengcheng didn't expect that Liang Yichen had such a thing hidden in his heart. He only hated that he should not lose his temper. After a long time, he said, "Have you found Uncle Qingfeng this time?"

Liang Yichen shook his head and looked at the trickling stream in the rain and said sadly, "I couldn't find my master."

Li Chengcheng said again, "Then how do you know that Master Qingfeng has passed away?"

Liang Yichen took out a white jade pendant and put it in front of Li Chengcheng and said, "This jade is called a ripple lock. Master has two pieces. If you cover Zhenyuan, you can generate induction. Master gave me one before going down the mountain. Tell me that if one day he doesn't come back, the person who comes back with another piece is my brother, which means that he has passed away and his brother has inherited his mantor.

"This..." Li Chengcheng didn't know how to speak for a moment. His blue eyes looked at Liang Yichen. He said that his heart had already been clear: "Well, Yang Zifan..."

Liang Yichen smiled and nodded, "Yes, the first time I met him in the rain, the ripples reacted. He was my younger brother."

Yang Zifan in the forest was stunned. When Liang Yichen took out the white jade pendant, he had vaguely felt something wrong and quickly took out the bloody jade pendant from the universe ring. Although the light was insufficient, he still clearly saw the jade pendant in Liang Yichen's hand and self The style in my hand is not the same.

I didn't expect that Mr. Wei was a Qingfeng Taoist of Tianyuan School. No wonder he would look at me like that in the purple bamboo forest in that rain.

Moreover, it is impossible for Mr. Wei to die. Did Long Xiaofeng say that he had become an immortal? Liang Yichen must have guessed wrong. Long Xiaofeng can't lie to me.

Yang Zifan's heart was mixed for a moment, and he vaguely felt a lot of wrong in his heart. At this moment, he just grabbed what Long Xiaofeng said and thought that Mr. Wei had become an immortal. As for Bai Zhufeng's first seat, he didn't think about it, let alone have the heart to do it, so he would not agree with Liang Yichen's decision at all, let alone inherit Mr. Strange's mantle because of that sentence.

For a while, the rain was bleak, the stream was trickling, and there was no sound between heaven and earth.

Yang Zifan hid in the white bamboo forest and smiled bitterly. Liang Yichen looked in the direction of the back mountain of the Tianyuan faction and smiled. Li Chengcheng's blue eyes looked at Liang Yichen, and there was a flash of light in his eyes, like tenderness and annoyance.

A bright white flashed in the sky, and the rumble of thunder broke the silence.

"I didn't expect it to be like this... I'm sorry." Li Chengcheng put away the sky and said, "I shouldn't have misunderstood you."

Liang Yichen smiled and said, "We are friends. You misunderstood me and I'm just worried about me. Because of what Master said, I want to give him the first seat of Bai Zhufeng.

"No, you can't let it." Li Chengcheng's expression suddenly changed greatly. He looked up and said, "You have worked so hard for so many years to support Bai Zhufeng. Even if he is your brother, even if your master said it, you can never give it to him."

Liang Yichen didn't expect that Li Chengcheng's mood would change so much, and he said with a look, "I have decided on this matter. You don't have to worry about it anymore."