Chapter 48 Silently Sigh

Guan Yu looked up and down and saw that the stone platform came out of abruptly, with thousands of feet of high cliffs, abys facing the sea, and thousands of waves. It was heaven and earth, and there was no door.

He held a delicate beauty and only felt that Xia Zhijiang was surrounded by a strong fragrance. His eyes were tightly locked, as if he were sleeping at night. At this time, the two went deep into the white clouds, and the dazzling sun in front of him suddenly softened, and the sound of the sea came from his ear. Guan Yu dared to hum in this scene in a low voice. Let's sing.

He hummed a small tune in southern Hunan, gently turning people, like a love song, like a faint spring, sad admiration, the song is always interrupted by the surging waves. Guan Yu hugged Xia Zhijiang tightly and stroked the beautiful woman's crimson cheeks, as if affectionate or unintentionally, he was deeply staring at her.

Zhou Hanzhi's two true qi of Huangting, one after, one light and one heavy. The lighter ones make Xia Zhijiang unconscious, and the heavier ones make his vitality lax. Rao is Guanyu's temperament. At this moment, he can't help but flash a trace of trouble in his heart:

Before Xia Zhijiang's beauty disappears, do you want to gently wake her up and talk to her and talk about her?

However, in a moment, he extinguished the idea. Since he knew the way forward, why should he care about this cold stone, the sea, and the ruthless world? Isn't it wonderful to leave in a deep sleep?

Suddenly, Guan Yuru felt a pain in her heart. She hummed in a tune but was affectionate. The arrogant swordsman in ochre red for the last time smiled disdain in the wind, and then imprinted a deep kiss on the red lips of the beauty in her arms.

The wind never stopped, the waves had rustled, and the white fog confused the two people. The sun obliquely removed the light. On the stone platform, it seemed to have entered the winter, and the body of the lonely swordsman fell into a shadow.

Looking at the small red mud building from afar, I saw that under the prohibition of this spell, the place was still calm as usual, and there was no trace of fighting.

In the world of martial arts, the world of practitioners, although everything is constantly changing, everyone's fate is fucked/made on a red rope, but I don't know whose hand this red rope is finally held.

At the same time as Zhou Han stopped visiting Hongni Xiaozhu, after Qi Miao broke up with Li Miaohua, he explored the place of Juyunxuan Qianshan, trying to find clues to enter and exit the Three Immortals.

But I don't know that there was also a change in the middle gate of Juyunxuan at this time. Far from the Miaoxian Pavilion, there is a temple called Yunzhong Temple. This temple is the place where Xingye, the housekeeper of Yunxuan, who wears in Confucian clothes but practices Buddhism.

The reason why he used practice instead of practicing Buddha is that in his practice, his skills are surrounded by Buddhism and supplemented by Buddhism, and his desire to enter the world is far greater than the vision of the world. Therefore, his people are superb and proficient in Buddhism, but he can't see nature and know the Buddha, and his heart is only one of all sentient beings.

Except for two or three small Shami in this temple to assist Xing Ye's practice, there are no other monks, and there are no positions in ordinary temples such as the abbot. Originally, there were many maids who served his life. However, after Xing Ye was removed by Xia Wenqing last night, these people have been panicked for fear of being swept away. Enter this storm of power.

They can't help worrying about how little people like themselves can live in this full struggle?

Just when everyone was panicked all day long, early this morning, Xia Wuming hurried to order everyone to leave this Yunzhong Temple quickly. The monk returned to vulgarity, the maid remarried, and the servants were dismissed home.

He was fiercely urged. At first, everyone couldn't help but be a little suspicious because Xia Wuming participated in the assassination of Xingye, so they didn't dare to act. When the three or four old people turned around, took the lead in wrapping their bags and went down the mountain with great gratitude, these people suddenly realized that it turned out to be a big deal. The prince wants to find a way for us to make a living.

Everyone couldn't wait to thank Xia Wuming, grabbed the bag randomly, and scrambled to go down the mountain. Although the way forward was still confused, at least they picked up a life. There were those who lamented, some were sober, there were silent, and some who sighed. However, no matter what expression on their faces and how emotional they were, the feet of these people Step by step did not dare to slow down. The group of people went out of Yunxuan. When they passed the red mud small building, they looked up and looked up. The morning light was slightly exposed, and the golden morning sun was shroud on the small building, spreading a trace of calmness, which made everyone feel warm.

It turned out that although Xia Wuming cooperated with his brother to get rid of Xing Ye, he knew that Xia Wenqing's temperament must be reported and could not tolerate his men who had been angry with Xing Ye before. Therefore, he came here first to make a living for everyone.

So not long after the early morning, about half an hour ago, the huge Yunzhong Temple was empty.

Thinking that Xingye has lived in the position of Yunxuan's housekeeper for a long time. Although he is a housekeeper, Xia Hongyuan has not asked anything for a long time. Xingye has been no different from the head of the family. The place where this person lives occupies a large area, and it stretches halfway among the mountains among the peaks, and is magnificent.

Now, the noise of the past has faded, and the huge Juyunxuan is empty. In the temple, it is dark and early to decline, not to mention that it is a messy scene of people leaving in a hurry.

At this time, in the second floor of the courtyard of Yunxuan, there was a man who woke up leisurely. He sat up straight with an angry face.

This man dressed vigorously and spread his hair on his shoulders. It was the famous owner of Liaodong Iron Sword Gate. He only saw this man's face showing a gloomy face, lift the quilt, put on cloth shoes, walked through a few steps, and pushed open the door of the wing room, but he didn't have time to go out.

He is also a master of practice. He felt it with his eyes and ears. He only felt that he didn't know what had happened here. Unexpectedly, there was no breath in his heart. At that moment, he was easily defeated by He Xumi the day before yesterday and abandoned himself with a ghost. He was hurt and fainted in a daze. He only knew that Xingye called people to carry him into Yunzhong Temple to cultivate himself.

"This Xingye is the general manager of Ju Yunxuan. At this time, he threw an olive branch to himself, but after all, he can't take a fancy to himself..." The trend is really plain and fierce, but it is also that his family knows their own affairs. His Taoism is not low, but it can not be said to be profound. If he deals with what Ju Yunxuan plots, I'm afraid he will be very useless.

"These people found me for nothing more than the people behind me..." Xing Ye smiled bitterly and said, "They only secretly took in this master of the demon religion in my iron sword gate. The Taoism is profound and can be used for it. Only then did they deliberately make friends with themselves in order to build a bridge..."

"However, this master has not known where he is for a long time. On that day, he frankly told me that his real identity was Xiao Tianxu, the right-ju of the demon religion. In order to avoid disaster, he came to Liaodong, and he would meet me because of fate. Although Elder Xiao and I had the truth of being a master and apprentice, they had no name of teachers and apprentice. Xiao The predecessor passed on to me the ghost way, which is to repay the kindness of my detention and courtesy for many years..."

"After confessing his identity, when it was time to avenge his son, he left. After this farewell, there was no news of this person..."

Fengxing really sighed and only said that he had met this person for a short time, and because of the identity of the first sect in Liaodong, he could never practice the ghost path he had learned with Xiao Tianxu wholeheartedly, and his private study could never get on the stage, so he was easily defeated by He Xumi.

He thought again: "A few years ago, when I came into contact with Ju Yunxuan, I gambled with Xingye, lost, and lost my own ice-salted iron sword. This was the one who had no choice but to use the ring knife instead."

At present, I don't know what's going on here, but there is no one in the air. The wind really doubts, but inside is crazy to urge the truth, protecting the whole body of the acupuncture point in case of the enemy's attack.

Since the war with He Xumi, he has been frustrated. He knows that these people are plotting and is unable to participate in it. He is afraid that he will only die and be laughed at by others.

At present, he just wants to find the head of the iron sword gate, and then get out of this place of right and wrong, and then revitalize the Liaodong Iron Sword Gate.

When God was determined, he condensed his body. Under his mind, he found the treasure of the iron sword gate, and the iron sword was not far away. He was overjoyed. With the unique psychological feeling of the owner of the iron sword gate and the sword, he strode forward.

There is a watchtower in the upper left corner of the Buddhist hall. On the upper nine floors, each of them is shining. Without saying a word, he kicked open the gate of the tower and rushed to the top of the tower along the winding mahogany stairs.

He walked a few vigorously, bypassed three or four turns, and came to the tower. At this time, he saw a long, broad and sharp sword in the middle of the tower. His sword was faint and did not show its sharpness. However, a diamond-shaped ice spirit embedded in the middle of the sword body, shining with dark white light, couldn't help but move people's hearts.

This is the treasure handed down from generation to the gate of Tiejianmen, the object of the masters of the Iron Sword Gate of all dynasties - the iron sword. When I really saw the sword, I was overjoyed and held it impatiently. I was full of pride and pride in my heart.

The sword spirit in the ice-salting iron sword is solemn, mixed with the eternal chill, and it is worthy of the peerless magic soldier. Fengxing really holds this treasure, and it seems to have a feeling of regaining and mastering power.

However, just as he looked up to the sky and smiled and was full of pride, a sudden sound came from his ear, which was the sound of his boots stepping on the wooden ladder...

"Is there anyone?" Fengxing was really shocked. He subconsciously pushed open the window in the pagoda and was about to jump out of it. However, he leaned out half of his body. His mind suddenly turned around and said with a heroic face, "I don't know it's the rat generation. I just use you to try the sword in someone's hand!"

He laughed loudly, which seemed to be not easy to come to. After flying to the wooden ladder in three steps and two steps, he suddenly met someone between the corners.

However, as soon as he saw the other party, Feng Xingzhen was suddenly stunned. He saw his sword in front of him, standing under the wooden ladder at this turn, and the man under him mechanically walked up the stairs, which was far away from him.

"It's you!" Feng Xing really couldn't tell whether his heart was trembling or angry, and he was shocked.