His an understatement provoked a slight sigh of relief around him. Many priests thought: You are a broken **** with no mana. How can you say that you are going to die with an Eastern Wushen? Its too arrogant. It is as if he was shackled to let Lang Qianqi not see him in general, it is really blowing the air. However, Lang Qianqiu did not feel that he exaggerated at all, saying: "I said, life and death no matter! I don't need you to let me."

Xie pity should not be his, to Jun Wu said: "Please enlighten me to the lower bound."

Shi Qingxuan suddenly raised his hand: "And slow! I still have words!"

Jun Wudao: "The wind teacher said."

Shi Qingxuan: "Everyone seems to think that His Royal Highness is a revenge for revenge, and blood is washed by the Yongan royal family. But if he wants to retaliate, why did he let go of His Royal Highness who is the Prince of Yongan? It is reasonable to say that If an avenger wants to be the most demanding, shouldn't he be the Prince?"

This section is not unintentional, but they feel that there is no need to take the initiative to speak. At this time, the wind master took the lead and said that only a few people nodded. Shi Qingxuan said again: "I havent had much time with my Royal Highness, but I saw him witnessing the slashing of the sword for the rescue of His Royal Highness Taihua. If he had hatred against your Yongan royal family, how could he take it? Odd insurance to block your knife?"

Hearing the "frontal confrontation of the machete", the wind and the feelings of the sorrow were stunned. There is a small voice "maybe because of guilty conscience", Shi Qingxuan immediately added a sentence to cover the past, said: "That is an ominous evil, cursed blade! So! I am suspicious of this matter!"

Ruan said: "I really admire the imperial prince of the Prince who can get the guarantee of the wind master, and swear by the words. We have no such blessings."

Teacher Qingxuan: "You shouldn't confuse the generals. Can Xiaoxiao's things be the same? I saw him badly, and I heard him admit it."

He said: "Isn't that the same today? His Royal Highness sees his evil deeds and listens to His Royal Highness, and what is the difference?"

Shi Qingxuan was furious and wanted to talk to him again. He thanked him and said: "The wind master, thank you, I accept your feelings. But no need."

Shi Qingxuan did not expect to refute the shackles for a while, pointing to him and sighing with a sigh of relief.

At this time, Jun Wu finally made a speech. He whispered: "You are a little bit safe."

He didn't make a loud voice, and he was very peaceful. However, every sacred official on the Temple of Shenwu heard it clearly and stood still. Waiting for the hall to be quiet, Junwu said: "Taihua, you have always been impulsive. You can't be violently rushed, you have to listen calmly, and identify the ins and outs."

Lang Qianqiu bowed his head and was taught. Jun Wu said: "Xin Le refused to give up the whole request, and asked for self-deprecation. It was forbidden to be held in Xianle Palace, and then I personally interrogated. Before that, you two should not meet."

This result is unexpected.

Jun Wu actually promised to pray that this is not a fragrant, no believer, no merits of the three worlds laughing!

Lang Qianqiu is sitting in the East of the Valkyrie, maybe he will be dissatisfied, it is really a loss of business. But even if you want to protect it - is it hard to thank you for your pity? !

Many priests saw the signs and secretly decided not to mention the words "three circles laughing" in any public occasions in the future. Shi Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief and blew a few words of emperor wise. Lang Qianqiu gazed at the pity, saying: "What the emperor wants to ask, can be tried, but no matter what the final result, I always want to fight with him!"

After that, he turned to Jun Wu and turned to the main hall. Junwu waved his hand and several martial arts officials gathered to come and bring thanks. When Shi Qingxuan was in front of him, Xie pity whispered to him: "I really appreciate you, Master. But if you really want to help me, don't have to talk to me again, can you please two things?"

Shi Qingxuan burned the blissful square because of the hurricane, and he was embarrassed. Now he cant wait to thank him for getting rid of him one hundred things. He said, "Let's talk about it."

Thanks to the pity: "The boy I brought up is in the temple, and I am bothered to take care of you."

Teacher Qingxuan: "One small thing! The second one?"

Thanks to the pity: "If you want to find a half-month after the general, you should also ask the wind master to help."

Shi Qingxuan: "That is certain. I won't let you get it. Where is she?"

Thanks to pity: "She was hidden in a pickled jar in the Bodhisattva. If you are free, take it out and blow it."

"..."

Thanks to the wind, the two priests took him to the Xianle Palace and respectfully said: "Please come under the Prince."

Thanks for the first time: "There is work."

Stepping forward, the door closes behind. Thanks for looking down, and sure enough, not only the appearance, but even the facilities in the temple are exactly the same as his former Xianle Palace. The last time he passed by here but didn't come in, I didn't expect to come in for the first time, but it was forbidden. This sign is really not good.

These days have been ups and downs, and I am very tired. She prays and falls to sleep.

There are many things in my dreams.

He seemed to be closing his eyes and meditating, and found himself sitting in front of a book. The black robes were layered on the ground, and the face seemed to wear a cold, heavy mask.

Bowing down, a teenager lying on the bottom of the book came into view. The boy was fourteen and five years old, and he was very happy. He was alive and well.

He shook his head, walked over, leaned slightly, knocked on the book in the knuckles, and said, "His Royal Highness."

I don't know if it penetrated a layer of cold mask, and even the sound was cold. The boy finally woke up, looked up and saw him, scared to jump up and sit upright: "Guo Guoguo!"

He said: "You are asleep again, and you punish ten times of morality."

The Prince was shocked: "Don't go to Master, it's better for you to punish me for ten laps around the Imperial City!"

He said: "Twenty times. Copy it now. Write a good word."

The prince seemed to be a little afraid of him, and he sat up and began to copy. He sat back and continued to meditate quietly.

In fact, everyone in the palace is a little afraid of him. This is caused by the alienation and oppression that he deliberately created.

But the Princes Highness may be too young, and the fear of him cant last long. After copying it for a while, he said: Master!

He put down the book and said: "What."

Prince Sidao: "I learned all the swords that you taught last time. Should I teach me new swordsmanship?"

He said: "Yes. What do you want to learn?"

Prince Edward said: "I want to learn the trick you saved me!"

He thought for a moment and said, "Is that trick? No."

Prince Edward: "Why?"

He said: "That is not practical. At least not for you."

Prince Edward does not understand: "Not very useful? A sword to the strength of the two swords! You used that to save me."

Prince does not understand, it is normal. He said: "His Royal Highness, I ask you a question."

"ask!"

He said: "There were two people who were hungry and bloody, and wanted to **** each other's food, so they beat each other. This time, the third person came, he wanted these two people not to fight again, you think this time, light Is it useful to persuade?"

"...useless. They want food, right."

"Yes. Because the root cause has not been resolved, no one will listen to the principle of your persuasion. So, this third person wants them to stop playing, there is only one way, that is to give them what they want. Open the pocket, take Give your own food to them."

Prince Edward does not understand.

He said: "The reason is the same. You must know that once the sword is out, someone will be injured. If the power is sent, there must be something to bear.

"So, you said that I have gone to the strength of the two swords. It is not right. It has not been changed. It is only that they have endured their attacks. It is a very stupid move to stop the injury. If it is not helpless. Will not be used.

"You are a nobleman of the Prince, you don't need to learn that."

The prince continued to copy the scriptures, but after a while, he still looked thoughtful. He said: "Do you have any questions?"

After a moment of hesitation, Prince Edward said: "There is one point. Master, if, the third person's food is not enough, what should I do?"

"..."

The prince said again: "If the two people have food, but they want more, because greed is even more fierce, and they are constantly looking for food, what should they do?"

He said: "What do you think?"

The Prince thought about it and said, "I don't know... maybe, I shouldn't intervene from the beginning."

......

The hall is golden. Everything is golden, but at the moment it turns red.

Every golden banquet table collapsed a person. A sword seals the throat, and the death is fierce.

The hand of his sword could not stop shaking, the handsome king of the country was covered in blood, his eyes were bright red, and he was sore and hateful. The back of the leg was the body of the queen.

He took the sword and walked over step by step. The king of the country looked up and saw him, and he was very wrong: "National division? You...?!"

A cold sword is stabbed in the past.

At the same time, he noticed something and jerked back. The young Prince of the Prince was standing in the body of the guards at the door.

The boys eyes were empty, and he seemed to be suspicious of what he saw as a real or a dream. He took a step forward and was almost stumped by the door and lost his soul. He pulled the sword out and the blood splashed on the black.

The prince was not stumbled by the door, but was stumped by the body on the ground. He threw himself on the head of the country and finally he was able to call it out: "Father! Mother??"

The Lord will never speak again. The prince couldn't shake him, and suddenly looked up and rushed to the side, his eyes round and said: "Master! What are you doing? What have you done?! National teacher!!!"

For a long time, he heard his own dull voice -

"You deserve it."

......

Thanks for the bad sleep, I woke up.

He blinked his eyes and found that he didn't sleep for a long time, and he did a very bad dream. Fortunately, there was something in his arms that woke him up. After sitting for a while, he found something in his arms and spread his hand. There are two scorpions in the palm of your hand, the two that came out of the bliss.

There was a fire in his mind. The picture is blurred, but a red figure is very clear, staring at him in the flames. Thanks, I sighed and thought: "Sararo's bliss workshop doesn't know how much is left. I will be smashed again this time. I don't know if I can afford to pay for it. For decades, hundreds of years, Its not a big deal for him.

After watching them for a while, thank you for your hands and hands together, holding the two scorpions in your hand for a while and throwing them to the ground. The scorpion bones rolled a few times and settled.

Sure enough, Huachengs luck with him has been spent. This one, he thought that there are two more six, but the scorpion will land, but the result is two.

Xie pity couldn't help but smile, shook his head and heard a footstep behind him. He has a certain shape, and he smiles with his face and two scorpions.

This footstep is not Jun Wu. Jun Wu's foot sounds calm, not too slow. Although Huacheng walked a little inadvertently and irregularly, and often lazy and scattered, but the two people in the pace of the bamboo in the chest is completely consistent. This footstep is slightly light, and Xie pity looks back and glances, saying: "It's you."

A man with a black shirt, his face is white, his lips are thin, his look is also weak, and he is very cold, clearly a Valkyrie, but like a civil servant, not a lover and a lover?

He saw thankfulness and slight surprise, and raised his eyebrows: "Who do you think is? Fengxin?"

Not waiting for the answer, he put a black dress and walked into the threshold, saying: "Where the wind is believed, probably will not come."

Thank you, "What are you doing?"

Admiration: "The emperor is only forbidding your feet, not letting Taihua Temple down, and not saying that I will not let me come."

He did not answer the question of thanking him. If you don't answer, you won't answer. You are not curious about the original pity, so you don't ask. Mu Qing looked around in this brand-new Xianle Palace, his eyes fell on him, and for a moment, he suddenly threw something for him. A blue afterimage flashed through the air. Thanks to the left hand, he took a look and was actually a celadon vial.

It is a medicine bottle. The feelings are faint: "Your right hand is so bloody, and it looks ugly."

Thanks for holding the pill bottle, and looking at him in turn.

After playing for the third time, he treated him with a feeling of admiration. He could only use one word to describe: "Yin and Yang." As if waiting for him to be shackled for the third time and then say the words in the wind. However, at this time, thankfulness may have to be smashed for the third time, but he suddenly and cheerfully, and specially gave him medicine. This turned a big bend, but he was not used to it.

Seeing him not moving, he smiled slightly and said: "You love to use it, no one will send it anyway."

This smile is not a smile, can not see, he can see that he is really good at the moment. Although thanking the pity does not feel the pain in the right hand, there is no need to make it hurt like this. Before Jun Wu took a shot on his right hand, it was better to have an emergency treatment. So he opened the celadon vial and fell absently to his right arm. It wasn't the powder pills that were poured out of the bottle, but a light blue smoke. The smoke slowly flowed and wrapped around his right arm. The smell was fragrant and cool, and it was really good.

Suddenly asked: "Lang Qianqiu said that it is true? You really killed those royals of Yong'an?"

Thanks for looking up at him. Even though the feelings have been very forbearing, but thanks to his eyes, he saw a sigh of restraint. He was very interested in the details of the blessing and **** feast, and said: "How do you kill?"

At this time, another heavy footstep came from behind. The two returned together, and this returning visit was actually a wind letter. As soon as he came in, he saw his feelings in the hall, and stood next to him with a smile. He frowned and said, "What are you doing here?"

Thanks for raising the celadon vial in his hand. Admire the slightest smile. He just said to thank you that the style will not come, and the wind letter will come immediately, of course, not funny. He said: "This is not your temple. Can you come if you can come?"

Fengxin did not care for him and turned to thank you. He still didn't speak. He said with pity: "If you two are asking the same question, then I will answer them in unison. I don't need to believe it. Today, I said at the Temple of the Gods, the sentence is not empty."

The windy face is faint and whitish. The feelings of admiration are the most unfortunate for him. He said: "I have to take it, and now you have such a sad face and who to do it."

Feng Xin glanced at him sharply and said: "I didn't show it to you. Get out!"

Admire the feelings: "You are qualified to call me to roll. The mouth said that much more loyal, for a few years? Still not ran."

The wind and the amount of the blue gluten rose. Xie pity pre-feels that the dialogue is developing in a bad direction, and the karate: "Hold it. Stop."

Is the feeling of love being a temper? Sneer laughed: "Everyone said that you can't bear to see the old master and fall into the deep and righteousness. You don't want to find a good excuse to pretend. If you say that you don't want to follow a waste person again?"

Feng Xin punched out and said: "Do you know a fart?!"

"", the feelings gave him a punch and hit his face. He is a standard little white face, greeted with such a slap in the air, and it is like a persimmon smashing on his face, blood flowing. But he was very hard-headed, and he was not embarrassed. He said that he also called back with a punch. After they both flew up, they all had their own weapon weapons, but when they got angry, they had to have a good time. Fengxin and admiration were similar to force eight hundred years ago. After eight hundred years, it was still indistinguishable, and the boxing and the flesh were loud and difficult. Fengxin anger said: "Do you think that you don't know what you think, you can't wait for him to do something bad, you are happy!!"

Mu Qing said: "I know that you have always looked down on me, I really laughed at you, you look at yourself! What are your qualifications to look down on me. Fifty steps to laugh a hundred steps!"

Lang Qianqiu and Xie Pity have not yet fought, and the wind and the feelings have been fought first. The two have been complaining for a long time, playing a group, each of them, even the other partys snoring is not listening, who still listens to thank you? Xie Pity still remembers that when they were three years old, their love speech was whispering and whispering, and they were not confronted with people. If the wind letter was hit, it was all thanks to him to fight, let the fight stop. Just stop, but now it is not the case. Xie pity dragged an arm and rushed to the door to quickly ask a few priests to pull the frame. Who knows, I have not yet taken the hall, only listening to a loud noise in front. The wind and the feelings of the wind were also shocked by this loud noise. Both of them stopped and watched, and they looked at the place where the loud noise came.

The gate of Xianle Palace was opened by a person. Beyond the gate, it is not the wide and open Shenwu Street of Xianjing, but a dead darkness.

In the darkness, countless silver butterflies rushed to the surface.