Chapter 93 Tianjue's first master?

"But you know Xiong Kun, you know that Zhi Liu didn't believe Murong Qiu for you and broke the hearts of his brothers. You even helped the enemy kill Xiong Zhan and Xia Muhua. They are all brothers... Don't you understand?"

"I... I..." Murong He has burst into tears. Xiong Kun and Zhi Liu don't know whether it is resentment or helplessly gritting their teeth and looking at the person they have trusted most in many years. He stood in front of himself spitting blood and apologized to himself. He betrayed the sect, killed his brothers, and destroyed the people of the sect.

Muronghe knew that he had lost and completely lost, whether it was martial arts, scheming or heart. All lost. The loss was very tragic, the tragic defeat was painted on the ground, and the miserable heart was willing.

Do people show their kind side only when they are about to die?

Do people only show their true feelings when they are about to die?

Do people find their mistakes when they are about to die?

Do people only understand the painstaking efforts of others when they are about to die?

Do people only feel deeply when they are about to die that the people they are familiar with and the people who care about them most will always be around, but they always think they are not.

Do people only deeply realize that they have really done something wrong when they are about to die?

Is it possible for people to find that they have done something wrong only when they are about to die? It is irreparable and incompreparable. Can't turn back.

Only when people are about to die will they find that dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, everything is just illusion, just floating clouds.

Only the reincarnation of heaven has never been changed.

Shaohua's floating dream is just a waste of time, but you.

When the time comes, my temples will be gray, and I will talk about my youth crazy. Only then did I find that what I wanted most and wanted had been tightly in my hand for a long time, but I didn't see or find the treasures around me.

Why do people realize the value of loss only when they lose it? Why do people only feel the happiness when they have it when they lose it? People, why can't they be satisfied, and why people don't understand are always happy. Why do people always use this as a reason and excuse for their mistakes for their own selfish desires?

If you are drifting in the world, how can you not be stabbed?

If you come out, you always have to pay it back, don't you?

People in the world can't help themselves. When this sentence first spread, it can also be used as a good reason to excuse others, a good reason to refuse others, and a good reason to excuse your mistakes.

In Qingyu's eyes, this is just an excuse, an excuse that seems to be as light as a feather, but actually as heavy as Mount Tai. This excuse is not easy for him to refuse, nor can he blame it. Blame a dying person's confession, blame a dying person's last breath, blame a dying person who commits a deadly crime, and the last words of regret.

Although, this is a little ridiculous. Enemies are particularly jealous when they meet. How can they hear this?

However, at this moment, Xiong Kun, Zhiliu opened his eyes and listened carefully and attentively. The fight has stopped, the sword has been put down, and he is still an enemy. Just a minute ago, both sides who killed their eyes stopped the sword in their hands, put down the knife in their hands, and threw away the hoe and sickle in their hands. Sticks, arrows.

stood silently, without sound for a long time, and the ground seemed to hear the sound of a needle falling quietly.

After a long time, there was a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. No one followed, and no one went to help. Murong River fell down like that, and the splashing blood flower on his neck was beautiful.

This battle lasted from midnight to early morning until dawn. Qingyu knew that he could not stay here any longer, and looked at the reluctant appearance of Zhi Liu Xiongkun. He sighed, and it would be good to bury the suzerain. Such a result is already the best result.

Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, and everything returns to dust.

If you die, you will die.

"Bury him..." Qingyu spoke, and the two of them stopped Xiong Kun and started to do it by themselves, because Qing Yu was the leader. If they did that privately, it would break the brother's heart and chill the heart of the dead brother.

What should I do with the rest of the people in black?

Qingyu's head began to grow again. At this moment, the loess and the two old men of gold and silver slowly came over. Looking at the momentum of the two old gold and silver, it seemed to have recovered a lot.

Qing Yu's eyes lit up,

"Is Mr. Huang all right? Ha ha, I'm sorry, the two seniors were shocked..." Qingyu's politeness made Huang Tu embarrassed. He didn't contribute, but became a burden. At this time, Qingyu returned the polite attitude of coming to plead guilty, and Huang Tu hurriedly knelt down.

"Congratulations on the victory of the leader and another victory. Who is in the Ghost Garden this time?" Because he was too far away, he didn't see clearly. He was not a martial arts practitioner, and his eyesight was not good. Naturally, he didn't know.

But he heard the old man Yin say, "Brother Qingyu, this time it should be the newly collected black army in Ghost Garden, right? And the previous one, it seems to be a white wolf nursing home..."

Old Jin also said, "Little brother is not simple. The white wolf courtyard was solved by you with one sword... Your sword, to be honest, I can't get away... Either you sneak up, or you attack me head-on, I may not be able to get away. You... Is this boy really only at the level of swordsman?"

Old Yin also smiled. His ears were also good. Naturally, he heard some conversations between Muronghe and Qingyu. Naturally, he was not interested in some of their grievances, but there was one thing he was very interested in.

"Qingyu's little brother is really a hero, and the hero is a teenager..."

Qing Yu arched his hand, "luck, just luck"

Old Silver shook his head, "This is not just a component of luck, is it?" Within half a year, the swordsman level jumped to the swordsman level, and half a month from the peak of the swordsman to the swordsman five stars? Is this luck? Who will believe it?"

"What, seriously?" The person who said this was loess. He widened his eyes in surprise. Although he is not a martial arts practitioner, he still knows something about this force and level improvement. Mingfeng has only been from Jianbo to Jianwei for five or six stars in ten years, but although Mingfeng is not very smart. Although he can't practice internal strength, he is not stupid.

This has improved for ten years, Qingyu, half a month??

Half a month?

Oh, my God, don't slap me in the face...

Shock, completely shocked.

shock, complete shock.

The loess couldn't control his body trembling, as if he still refused to believe this fact.

Old Jin usually doesn't think about things, but at this time he suddenly remembered a person. He came to the edge of the old man Yin's ear and whispered a few words, and the old man Yin's eyes were a little surprised.

"Do you really feel this way?"

"Well," old man Jin nodded with great certainty.

Qing Yu was also curious and asked alone without loess to open his mouth.

"Two seniors, is this...?"

"Oh..." Only then did Old Silver realize that Qingyu was still there, which was a loss of etiquette and practiced laughing,

"It's okay, it's okay, little brother, oh, yes, we should have asked you to lead, hehe. I just remembered one thing. There was a young man who was as talented as you!!"

Qing Yu was stunned and said quickly, "Oh? Qingyu didn't say such arrogant words. The seniors praised it in vain. In addition, the seniors don't need to be so respectful."

The loess also asked curiously, "Who is it?" Is there such a talented person?"

Old Jin nodded, "Mr. Huang, you have a lot of experience. Are there two teachings among the pagan religion?"

The loess nodded, "Of course, the heavenly religion and the underworld religion"

"Well, the master of the young generation of Ningyou, counting the white wolf and the underworld wind, is nothing more than Er, but..." Old Jin's eyes darkened,

"The heavenly religion has been suppressing our ghost religion, and it's uncomfortable for us to stay in the ghost garden, right? Don't you know that there is a heavenly religion..."

Loess's eyes lit up, "You mean that Tianbao, the first master of the young generation of the two pagan and seven martial arts competitions in two consecutive times?"

Qing Yu asked curiously, "What is the first young master?" Two churches of martial arts? What is it? Does it have anything to do with me?"

Old Silver smiled gloomily, and Qingyu was a little cold. He couldn't help asking, "Senior, what's going on?"

Old Yin smiled and said, "That man is Tianbao, the son of Tianjue, the first master of Tianjue, the first master of Tianjue, known as the first master of the young generation."

Please collect, please collect pink.