MTL - The Villain Has Something to Say-Chapter 57

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Things that were 30,000 years ago have long been drowned in the past and are hard to pursue.

Xuan Lingzi did not tell Luo to clear too many things, but just the number of monks who died in the tragic period, let Luo gradually clear his heart, feeling that he seems to touch an undetectable secret.

For example, the aura of the earth today is not as strong as it was a million years ago, so the number of high-ranking monks is much less than it was at the time. Those who have been in the top of the world are nowadays, I am afraid that they are not necessarily higher than Luo’s talents, but they are the power of the gods, and they are so...have died innumerable.

Of course, some things are not even known to Xuan Lingzi.

The ink and blood of the Mohist family, this mysterious spirit has never heard of it. But he thought about it, but said: "You mean, your life and death friends may awaken the blood of the ink path? The rest is not known to the teacher, but it is not like the physical fluctuation of your friend. A person with blood."

Luo gradually asked: "That is not the indiscriminate killing of the innocent, how can it be cultivated so fast?"

Xuan Lingzi said a little, and after a while he said: "There are always strange things in the world?"

Luo gradually cleared his smile, and for the first time felt that his master could be so cute.

The mentor and the disciples said for a while, and could not withstand the pleading of Luo gradually clearing, Xuan Lingzi brought Luo gradually and quietly came to a forbidden place behind Yufeng. When Luo Xiaoqing used to play here, he almost entered the forbidden place. As a result, he was punished by Xuan Lingzi for a day. At that time, he had not yet turned a grain, and he was hungry and screaming. The Xuan Lingzi listened for a few hours. When the child passed, he threw two gimmicks to Luo.

When I think about this, Luo gradually feels that his master is cold-hearted and will not express himself.

He followed the black spirit into the forbidden place, led by the Xuan Lingzi, and walked around with the method of Qimen and gossip. About a quarter of an hour, Xuan Lingzi brows slightly, turned and looked at Luo gradually cleared, and asked: "The next stage of the formation is too complicated, and it needs to pass at a very fast speed, otherwise it will Triggering the array method. Gradually clear... for the teacher to hold you away?"

Luo gradually sneaked a sigh of relief, and he looked strangely for a moment, saying: "It's better to be like a child?"

Xuan Lingzi pondered for a moment, finally nodded, bent over to let Luo gradually come up.

Luo gradually cleared his skill and climbed up. At this moment, his figure is not much shorter than the black spirit. However, on the back of this person, he feels that he has returned to childhood. Forty years ago, he was the most like to kneel on the back of this person and fall asleep.

Xuan Lingzi’s daily demands on him are too high, such as a thousand swords, such as a hundred stones. Luo gradually became young and strong, and even if he was exhausted, he would never say it. So he completed these horrible tasks every day and then collapsed exhausted.

Xuan Lingzi also let him get up at the beginning and went back to the bamboo house to rest. However, Luo gradually became so tired that even the eyelids could not be lifted. Xuan Lingzi was helpless. He had to carry him back and walked step by step to the bamboo house and gently put it down.

Since then, Xuan Lingzi has occasionally returned home with his own children.

This was the case 40 years ago, and so is 40 years later.

Luo gradually cleared his face in the hair of Xuan Lingzi, and his arms tightly wrapped around him, putting the weight of the whole person up. Xuan Lingzi carrying Luo gradually clears like a feather-like, his figure is like a charm, quickly shuttled in the formation, but a moment passed through this bamboo array, entered a cave.

Xuan Lingzi whispered: "Go down, get clear."

Responding to him is Luo gradually clear the low laughter.

Xuan Lingzi turned his head in a strange way, but he had not yet opened his mouth, and his lips were gently wiped away by Luo.

The white face was full of red, and the black spirit threw away the Luo gradually. The latter took two steps, quickly stood still, and ran forward, saying: "Master, how are you still blushing? Just a I accidentally wiped it out, and we have not done anything more extraordinary."

Hearing the words, this subtle black spirit face is red, red is going to drop blood. He wants to blame his own Menglang's disciples, but he also considers that Luo gradually cleared his life and died, and he couldn't bear to blame, so he had to close his eyes and blame himself in his heart over and over again: Where did the teachings go wrong, and how could it be so clear... ... so bold!

Xuan Lingzi began to reflect on his heart, and the two went to the cave for a while, and suddenly became cheerful.

Here is a spacious and expansive stone room, at least one hundred feet long and wide. Luo gradually never knew that there was such a place on the Yufeng Peak. The stone room is round, and a curved river wraps in the middle. It doesn't have to go through the details to see the smell in the air. Luo gradually clears it immediately: "These are five kinds of jade pulp?!"

Flow jade pulp, five-pronged medicine, if placed in the Dan furnace, there is a 60% possibility to improve the Dan drug rank.

So many streams of jade pulp have formed a river! This is how extravagant it is. This jade pulp is put on the outside world, and one drop is worth one hundred spirit stones! However, in this stone room, even the flow of jade pulp directly into a river, there is nothing else on it, only nine blue lotus.

These nine lotus flowers look awkward and not very lively. The petals are barely open, and they seem to be able to fall at any time, but they are constantly moistened by the stream of jade, preventing it from falling.

Luo gradually stunned and looked at this scene. Before he thought about it, Xuan Lingzi took his hand and flew through the river to the circular stone platform in the center. When Luo gradually entered, he felt a sense of resistance, but his "Nine Thousands of Heavens" in his body silently rotated, exuding a burst of breath, and let Luo gradually enter into it.

Xuan Lingzi said: "If you cultivate "Jiu Lian Ben Xin Lu", you can naturally enter this Jiu Lian big array."

Luo gradually became a little nervous in his heart, and he was more concerned about the mysterious "Nine Thousands of Heavens".

Xuan Lingzi took Luo and gradually went to the bulge in the center of Shitai, where there was only one lamp that was almost extinguished. This lamp is made of Taiyuan Mountain's unique sacred treasure jade. Even after 30,000 years, the lotus-like lamp body is smooth and round, except for a gully-like rip that almost shatters the lamp.

The flare at the wick has long since been extinguished, but when you look closely, one or two ignition stars are quietly lit.

Looking at the lamp, Luo has gradually got an answer in his heart. He looked at the Xuan Lingzi, and Xuan Lingzi decapitated him. He said: "This is the life lamp of Jiu Lian Shizu. Since 30,000 years ago After the disappearance of Jiu Lian’s ancestors, this lamp has been placed in the forbidden land of Yufeng Peak, and passed down by the mainstream of each Yufeng Peak."

Hearing the sage of Yu Qingzi said that "the life lamp of Jiulian Supreme is not destroyed" is one thing, and it is another thing to see it with your own eyes.

Looking at the lamp, Luo gradually cleared out of God. Suddenly his mind rang a voice. Luo gradually hesitated for a moment and said to Xuan Lingzi: "Master, the nine products that were healed for you are said to have been It was made by Jiu Lian’s ancestors. At that moment, Dan Ling came up to have a look at this lamp, can he?”

Xuan Lingzi beheaded.

Luo gradually cleared Qingjun out.

When Qingjun came out, the nine green lotuses on the jade pulp immediately burst into a thousand beams, and they stabbed him straight, and the momentum was pressing. The mysterious son has a sleeve, and those attacks are blocked, and the breath of Qingjun is also hidden.

The elegant and handsome Confucian scholar looked at the lamp in front of him, his face gradually turned white, and he slowly reached out and stroked the lamp. Luo gradually cleared the book, but the enchantment of the outer layer of the lamp acquiesced the entry of Qingjun. The slender fingers traced the lotus line on the lamp, stroked each inch of the lamp body, and finally stayed at The gully on the lamp rips.

Qingjun looked at it for a long time, turned around and bowed his hand: "Thank you, Luo gradually clears."

Luo gradually cleared his mind: "I finally did not help you find someone you are waiting for."

Qingjun smiled lightly: "He is my master. I should have known that since I have waited for 30,000 years, how can I easily wait. I can see the master's life light today, which makes me happy. I would like to turn it into a wick, igniting the lamp day and night."

Wen Yan, Luo gradually stunned: "Qing Jun, you can know that if you turn into a wick, from then on you will have to be acquainted with the life of the sacred fire. Even though the life of Jiu Lian's ancestors is almost completely extinguished. ,but……"

"I know, but I also know that if no one is willing to renew this lamp, maybe it will be a hundred years later, it will really go out." Qingjun smiled and looked at the men and women in front of him, his eyes finally Staying on the Xuan Lingzi, saying something weird: "Maybe this is the fate, and the fate of the peak of the Yufeng peak will be handed over to me. Jiu Lian Qing Modan, all the world, will also be this lamp Re-ignite."

Xuan Lingzi heard awkward words and said: "You know, even if you ignite, it does not mean that Jiu Lian Shizu will come alive."

Qingjun Dagger: "I know."

The mysterious spirit looks slightly stunned, but Luo gradually clears but still insists: "This is the life lamp of Taihua Mountain. If you are a medicinal medicine, if you really turn it into a wick, you may never be able to recover your body in the future. The lights are limited! Qingjun, you don't want to use things, this is a matter of life..."

The handsome and elegant Confucian scholar smiled and looked at the nervous and anxious Tsing Yi monk with a gentle look.

Qingjun just smiled, but let Luo gradually clear what he wanted to say, and then he couldn’t say anything. He could only open his lips and slowly close.

After a long time, Qing Jun softly said: "On that day, I have never escaped as a nine-character Dan Ling, because I never thought that there would be such a wonderful monk in the world. I have not escaped for ten days. How can he escape? He is my master. He is named Jiulian. My name is on the name of him and the man. Jiulian Qingmo Dan, since it can't save the ink, how can it be away from Jiulian? go with."

Luo gradually cleared his lips, but Xuan Lingzi took his hand.

The two silently looked at the nine-character medicinal herbs in front of the Confucian robes. I saw that the latter stooped and gave a big gift. When I got up again, I was full of smiles: "Today, don't be afraid to meet again in the future." It’s better to play a song for you, which is an ending for this acquaintance."

When the voice fell, Qingjun picked up the big sleeves and an ancient xylophone appeared in front of him. He sat on the floor and placed the xylophone on his knees, gently stroking the body, and finally sighed and began to sing the piano.

The sound of the piano is lingering and the sound is loud. When it is high, it is like a crane, and when it is low, it is like a yellow whisper. The voice is really pointing to the heart, but the sentence is no end.

Qingjun’s fingers are very beautiful. When you press the strings, they are as transparent as white jade. He played softly, the piano sound was not so sad, but Luo gradually cleared the heart and felt heavy.

Luo gradually clears the meaning of the sentence in the piano sound, a little consolidation of growth. The bursts of Danxiang passed along the sound of the piano, nourishing Luo gradually clear and mysterious spirits, which consolidated the former realm and healed the wounds hidden in the body.

On the long river of jade pulp, nine green lotuses have gradually been moisturized a lot.

This song is like a whisper of a lover. When the tide comes, everything changes suddenly. The difference between life and death is not a scorpio. The real scorpio is, I know that you have never had me in my heart. I am willing to wait for you for 30,000 years, waiting for you to come back. From then on, you will become a wick, igniting a eternal life and hopelessly burning again. Qinglian jade lamp.

"啪嗒-"

A tear fell on the xylophone, and Qingjun still played seriously.

When the song ended, he had already burst into tears, his eyes were red, but he still smiled and said softly to Luo. "The song was just a song that my master played thousands of years ago. He and that. The Mohist family is a life and death friend. It’s really hard to see a friend’s death. So this song has no name. If you like, you can name it.”

Qingjun stood up and took the piano to Luo Qingqing with both hands: "This is a piano that I used to make a wooden piece of the South China Sea 20,000 years ago. If you like, you can play it at any time. I just turned it into After the wick, I am afraid I can't play it anymore."

The plain and unpretentious guqin was shocked, and Qingjun seemed to have seen nothing. He still sent the guqin.

Luo gradually took over the Guqin, dumb and said: "Qingjun!"

Qing Jun looked at him and smiled. He extended his finger in the air, and a blue light flew into Luo's eyebrows, making his cyan lotus sword pattern brighter. The next moment, without any words, Qing Jun turned into a blue light, and instantly flew into the green lotus lamp.

boom!

The vastness of the mountain is released, and a deep and deep fragrance of Danxiang is filled in this small stone room. Where the Danxiang passed, the shrinking Qinglian was slowly moisturized and seemed to have a chance. The life light in the center of the stone room suddenly released a ray of light, and Mars became more dazzling, but still could not ignite.

In the center of the jade lamp is a wick of green.

The wick is like a jade, and it is awe-inspiring. It seems that there is a nameless fire burning on this wick. The wick actively releases the spiritual power to make the fire and try to ignite the lamp. However, even so, the two ignition stars under the wick are only slightly brighter, and nothing else.

Eternal life ignited the jade lamp, and since then, it has been voluntarily a wick, and it has been burned by the fire, and there is no free body!

Luo gradually held the piano and left the stone room. He did not think that this time, meeting this time, it turned out to be a farewell to Qingjun. At this moment, he closed his eyes and could remember the words he had heard in that Beast Ridge.

The medicinal herbs that are spoken are elegant and calm, such as the gentle and simple Confucian scholars.

"What is the shape, what is the original shape? 』

"Why should you be born with love, trying to take away something that is not your own?" 』

......

"You are not the one I am waiting for. 』

Well, you are not the person I am waiting for, but now he can no longer wait.