[80. Meteor]

The sky was full of sunset, and a round of red sun slowly fell to the west. The afterglow of the sunset shone between the colorful clouds, and the clouds were stained with a strange red light. Birds flew from afar and fell into their nests. This long day is about to pass, and the seductive moonlight is coming.

Ian stood in front of the door and looked at the clouds. He should have opened his mind, but now he was depressed. His face was a little pale, his eyebrows were locked, and he looked worried. A trace of breeze blew gently, blowing the coolness of the evening, and the refreshing cool breeze blew on his face, waking Ian from meditation.

Slowly looked up and looked at the sunset hanging in the sky. Ian was full of sadness and sighed slightly, "Alas, this person's life is so fragile. The previous beautiful life turned into a pile of loess in a blink of an eye. Is there really no paradise in this world?"

The sound of footsteps behind her interrupted Ian's thoughts and looked back. A young woman came slowly, and the afterglow of the sunset shone on her beautiful face, and a strange blush flashed. The woman gradually approached and saw that her face was so pale, tears were still in the corners of her eyes, and her eyes turned red. Obviously, she had just cried.

The woman walked close to Ian, and it was Melinda among the many teenagers who had previously been Professor Ian.

Although Melinda's face is pale at this time, she can't hide her beautiful face, especially the way she has just cried is more adorable. Melinda walked to Ian, bowed down and said in a earnest tone, "Mr. Ian, I want you to teach me combat skills!"

Ian frowned slightly, "Why did you ask me to learn combat skills?"

Melinda bit her lips gently, and her originally ruddy lips were lost under her row of teeth. She looked up slightly at Ian with a firm face, "Because I want to be stronger! Although our black witch fighting skills are indeed powerful, our black witch fighting skills are different from those of other clans. Everything is based on blood. I am innately insufficient. I can't rely on the black witch fighting skills to be strong in my life.

Ian stared at Melinda faintly, "Then why did you come to me? Are you sure that I can make you strong?"

Melinda shook her head, "I don't know. We black witches have a special constitution. Except for our own combat skills, we can't learn other combat skills."

Ian shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands helplessly. "In this case, what else are you doing here for me?"

Melinda waved her hand in a hurry, "No, no, you can definitely help me. Because your combat skills don't need any energy, and they are completely powered by physical strength. This is my only hope to become stronger.

Ian narrowed his eyes slightly and said seriously, "Is this what Kelles told you? Did he ask you to come here?

"No, the patriarch didn't tell me to come. I asked for it myself." Melinda lowered her head and buried her head in front of her chest.

Ian turned around and didn't say anything for a long time. He asked slowly, "Why do you want to learn my combat skills? Don't tell me that I want to improve my strength.

A cold light flashed in Melinda's bright eyes. It was clearly a flame of hatred. She bit her teeth tightly, and her chest was undulating, "Because, I! Yes! Newspaper! Enmity!" The voice was cold, word by word, and there was obviously great hatred.

took a breath and tried to suppress the anger in his heart, "My parents died at the hands of the black wolf clan, and my brother is also alive and dead now. How can I be invable by such hatred!" Melinda was speechless and tried not to cry by herself.

Ian's body was shocked and still didn't say anything. After a while, he seemed to have made a decision, "Alas, when will the injustice be reprieved?" Can't people get along well with each other?

Melinda was stunned by Ian's words and was about to speak. Ian slowly raised his hand and sighed in a low voice, "Oh, forget it. If you insist on doing so, I can't say anything. That's the way you choose. I just want to remind you that you have to be psychologically prepared to learn combat skills from me. That pain is not what ordinary people can bear. You have to be psychologically prepared.

"Really?" Melinda was excited and uncertain, "Are you really willing to teach me?"

Ian stepped up and walked to the house. "Come here to find me tomorrow." His voice was flat, and he couldn't see his face clearly. I didn't know what he was thinking.

The night slowly came, and a bright moon rose from the sky, and the bright moon hung in the sky. Today's night is particularly charming. There is no cloud in the sky, and the stars and rivers can be seen in the sky.

Yunmeng Mountain, at the top of the main peak, an old man held a star compass in his hand and looked at the eastern sky. He read words in his mouth. The star compass in his hand changed its position from time to time, and his long silver-white hair fluttered gently with the wind. He stopped the rotating star compass in his hand, stroked his snow-white beard with his left hand, and his face was full of doubts.

Yunmeng Mountain is located at the southernmost end of the Xixuan Continent. It is a place where witches live in seclusion. Its main peak is surrounded by clouds and fog all year round. Standing under the mountain and looking up, the peak is deep and in the clouds above the mountainside. The mountain wind blows, and the clouds in the mountains are unpredictable, such as the fairyland in a dream, which is named after Yunmeng Mountain. It has always been inaccessible, and few people climb on the main peak. Today, it is really strange for such a white-haired old man to stand on the top of the main peak at night.

The old man looked up at the starry sky, and his eyebrows were full of doubts. At this time, a young woman, dressed in white like snow, is fresh and refined, like a strange flower in the world of flowers, which is out of place. The beautiful woman moved gently, and even walked with a fresh air, slowly walking behind the old man. That little red lip rose gently, revealing two lines of bright teeth. The voice is weak and touching like a fairy music in the sky. The fluttering and flirting makes people feel a little unreal. "Teacher, are you watching the stars here again? You have been observing these days, but what's the difference?

The old man frowned and shook his head slightly, "I can't see through it. I can't see through it. I've been watching the stars at night these days, but this time I still can't understand it. There is nothing abnormality in this sky. But I always have a bad feeling that I haven't had this feeling for 30 years.

The beautiful woman frowned slightly, "Teacher, is it your own thinking too much? Although I haven't been with you for a long time, I have learned a little about this astrology. I have been watching the stars in the sky these days, but I have got nothing. The sky has not moved these days.

The old man sighed slightly and laughed at himself, "Ha ha, maybe I'm really over-minded. The mountain wind here is quite strong. Let's go, your body..." Speaking of this, the old man sighed, "Let's go." Turn around and walk to the bottom of the mountain.

The moon shadow slanted to the west, and a red light flashed through it and disappeared into the vast sea of stars.

The sun shines high, and the breeze blows slowly, with a trace of coolness. In a forest, fallen leaves dance with the wind. There was an open space in the forest. The two old men sat on the ground, with a table in front of them, and there was a chess game on it. There was a pot of sake on each side of the table, and the fragrance of wine came face to face.

One of the old men in black robe picked up the wine jug on the table and took a gentle sip. His eyebrows were raised and his face was proud. The old man in white robe opposite him frowned, his face was full of bitterness, and his eyes stared at the chess game in front of him.

The old man in black smiled proudly and shook the wine pot in his hand, "Hey, how about the white old man? My silkworm is shelling, can you break it? If you can't break it, you Longyan Yulu will give me another pot.

"Go, I will definitely break your chess game," the old man in white robe stared roundly, waved his left hand, and his beard was raised angrily. "Huh! If you want my Longyan Yulu, there is no door. Just wait to take out your ice milk.

"Real?" The old man in black robe raised his eyebrows, extremely disdainful, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly upward. "Then take your time, this time is running out, haha..."

The old man's lips were slightly chapped, and the two white eyebrows on his face frowned into Sichuan characters, holding chess pieces in one hand and holding his few beards with the other hand. The old man in black robe shook the wine pot in his hand, the bottom of the bottle turned to the sky, stretched out his tongue and licked a drop of wine. He put down the wine pot with a reluctant face and sighed gently, looking unfinished.

When he glanced over, he saw that the old man in white robe was still thinking hard, and the corners of his mouth were getting bigger and bigger. His eyes inadvertently swept to another pot of wine, and his eyes suddenly lit up. His left hand slowly reached out to the wine pot, stopped at the mouth of the bottle, stretched out two fingers, and picked up the wine pot. A wine arrow flew out of it, and the old man in black quickly opened his mouth and swallowed the wine arrow. Seeing that the old man in white robe did not notice, he smiled secretly, stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, narrowed his eyes to enjoy the mellowness of the wine.

At this time, a sound of footsteps sounded and walked this way. The old man in black robe frowned slightly and looked at the sound. The old man in white robe still stared at the chessboard without any reaction.

The person who came was wrapped in a black robe, which made people unable to see his face clearly, and the black robe was also full of holes and stained. Walking in front of the two old men, the man in black took off his hat and showed his face. A resolute face, dark skin, sword eyebrows and star eyes, under the high raised bridge of the nose, a thirsty lips, long golden hair fluttering in the wind, what a beautiful man.

It's just that under those blue eyes, there was a deep fatigue. Although his face was firm, it could not hide his confusion at this time. The man opened his mouth gently and his voice was hoarse, "I don't know that you two are black and white?"

The old man in black curled his lips and did not answer the man's question. He turned his head and continued to stare at the wine pot on the table without saying a word, as if he had not seen the man.

The man frowned slightly and asked patiently again, "I don't know if the two old men are two seniors?"

The man's voice was loud, and there was a faint harsh eardrum and touching power. The old man in white robe woke up from the chess game and looked unhappy. "Get out of here and don't hinder me from playing chess." With a wave of his left hand, a huge thrust surged towards the man. The man retreated three steps without notice for a moment before standing firm. Although the man was pushed back, the fallen leaves on the ground did not move.