Chapter 947: Night talk

　　 must be the peak of the sword, the peak is 10,000 feet high, and the mountain is like a long sword with cold arms.
　　 just had a little rain, and the fresh wind blew on him, slightly cold.
　　 You grass, stone jars, ancient wells... The layout is elegant and reasonable.
　　 Ling Yue and Wen Zhou sat facing each other, and in front of them was a good cup of Baihua tea, full of tea fragrance.
Wen Zhou's long sleeves gently waved, the rare kindness and gentleness, softly said: "Yue'er, come, try it, this is a hundred-flower tea from the tribute of Dongfan, it tastes very good, and I can't bear it for the teacher on weekdays. drink."
　　 "Thank you, Master!" Ling Yue clenched fist slightly.
Then picked up the teacup and gently sipped it with his lips. Suddenly, a warm current grew and spread towards all corners of the body. All the exhaustion in his body was washed away. The warmth was very much, as if the whole body was soaked in the hot spring , Want to moan comfortably.
　　 "How's that good?" Wen Zhou scratched his beard and smiled.
　　 "Hmm!" Ling Yue nodded slightly, and despite the doubts in her heart, she still listened quietly.
　　Wen Zhou picked up the tea cup, drank a sip of tea, narrowed his eyes, and asked casually, "How do you like Yu Tianrui?"
　　Ling Yue touched his chin with his finger and pondered a half-sound, saying: "The place where the accident happened is not alarming, there is great wisdom, carelessness, and there are thousands of hills in the chest. One day you can meet the dragon of water, which is worth paying."
　　 "Yeah, if you have Kunpeng in your heart, how could you be the genius of Basil?" Wen Zhou's fingers gently hit the table with the rhythm of the candlelight shaking, and the tea in the tea cup undulated a fine ripple.
　　None of them spoke, and the room fell silent.
After a while, Wen Zhou's lips parted and said, "Yue'er, if you can meet this person, it also shows that you have a very good fortune, and you have to grasp it well. I have a hunch in my heart. I am afraid that this world will not be bound. If you live with this person, you will have to seize this opportunity and exchange your sincerity with your heart. As long as you can get a little bit of it, the road in the future will definitely be wider and wider, and it is better than the respect of the master."
　　 Ling Yue felt awkward in his heart. Although he knew that Ouyang had different gifts tomorrow, he never expected that Master's evaluation of Ouyang Ming would be so high. How can this person who can't be restrained in this world?
　　 The sound was like thunder, roaring in his brain, disintegrating his original world.
　　After hesitated for a long time, he nodded gently and said, "Master, I understand."
　　 Wen Zhou looked out the window and sighed, "You still don't understand!"
After taking his gaze back, his slightly old fingers were upside down on the space bag. After the white mang flashed, a yellowed sheepskin lay quietly in his palm. The breath was extremely distant. It is roughly estimated that it already exists. For thousands of years.
With the color of reminiscence in his eyes, Wen Zhou explained: "This sheepskin figure was obtained by me in the Great Market. You can give it to Yu Tianrui, it is not a small relationship, as long as this incense continues, This person's kindness of dripping with a spring is indispensable to you, and your benefits are indispensable."
　　 "Master..." Ling Yue raised her head suddenly, her eyes filled with excitement.
　　 "Hold it, don't be hypocritical." Then, Wen Zhou gently handed this sheepskin figure over.
　　 Ling Yue took over the sheepskin figure, only to feel heavy.
　　 Hot eyes, raised his hand gently, scolded: "Just after the rain, the wind is strong, blowing the sand into the eyes."
　　Wen Zhou did not say anything. He told him: "Although feelings can also be managed, it is more about Jincheng. The golden stone is open. Don't turn it upside down. This sheepskin figure is just a knocking brick."
　　 "Strictly abide by the teachings of Master." Ling Yue paid his respects, sincerely.
　　 "Go!" Wen Zhou waved his sleeves, his voice was extremely wise.
　　After Ling Yue left, he walked to the top of the mountain, took out a pot of spirits, and made his own choice.
　　Looking at the mountains and rivers below, my heart secretly said that the voice of the gods and demons that shredded the golden arrow feathers today is really a dragon secret? Is there really a dragon in this world?
　　 A sip of liqueur enters the throat, and I feel a bit dazed.
　　 In the moonlight, the mountain road is rugged and winding to the distance.
　　 Ling Yue touched the sheepskin figure in his arms across his shirt, only to feel that another flame was burning in his heart.
　　 thought in secret, Master always looked at people very accurately, but if Brother Yu was about to break free from this world, it still felt too far-fetched. What did Master find out? He was extremely curious in his heart, but in a moment, he rotted the idea in his heart, and even if he asked him, he would not say it.
　　His back, gradually disappeared into the moonlight.
　　 "Boom Boom..." The knock on the door wasn't in a hurry.
　　 "Click", the door opened, and when I saw Ling Yue, Ouyang Ming smiled heartily and said, "Brother Ling, please come in quickly."
　　 said that he did a please action, ushered Lingyue in.
　　 Talked with each other for a while, Ouyang Ming actively asked: "Brother Ling, I don't know what's the matter when I come to the Hanshe at this time?"
　　 Ling Yue took out a sheepskin figure from her arms, and the voice was not in a hurry: "Knowing that Brother Yu is about to enter the big market, I have prepared a gift for you." Before the voice fell, she handed the sheepskin figure over her hands.
　　 "This is?" Ouyang Ming asked, Shen Sheng asked.
　　 "Brother Yu looks at it and sees it." Ling Yue blinked his eyes and looked mysterious.
　　 Ouyang Ming's heart was awkward, his hands were taken, just a glance, his face changed, and he said repeatedly: "Brother Ling, this... this is so precious!"
Ling Yue waved his hand and smiled softly: "Brother Yu, although this map is only a fragment, it can also increase the hope of survival. You see that the darker color means that the place is not close to it. Danger and opportunity coexist, and Brother Yu will not be hypocritical." Having said this, Ouyang Ming is not easy to refute, and this piece of sheepskin is indeed a gift from the snow.
　　Ouyang Ming's eyes narrowed, and he gently arched his hands, saying: "Brother Ling, if there is a demand in the future, but it's okay, as long as you can get it, you will never postpone."
　　 Ling Yue's face was overjoyed, he did so much, not for this promise?
　　 said on his mouth: "Brother Yu's words are too serious."
　　 saw that Ouyang Ming's whole person's mind was on the sheepskin chart. Ling Yue's eyes turned and he actively said: "Brother Yu, it's getting early, and I'll leave now."
　　Ouyang Ming stood up and sent him out of the yard, looking at his distant back, his eyes contemplative.
A glance in his eyes flashed the spiritual power into the sheepskin figure, and compared it with the residual picture seen on the top of the ancient pagoda. Careful and careful, without leaving the slightest details, after half an hour, the heart was dark, the ruins were too great It’s too big, it’s impossible to tell where the place marked on this map is. Maybe the place marked on this sheepskin map is less than 1 in 10,000.
　　 sighed, put the sheepskin figure in the space bag.
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At the peak of Juejian, within a stone house, a man in a Chinese suit sat cross-legged. He was carrying a three-foot-long blood-colored sword box behind him. The sword guarding the peak of the absolute sword peak.
　　 Burial sword light eyes closed, a shadow of blood sword reflected in his eyes.
　　Blood swords quickly became larger, and the sword was overflowing in the whole stone house.
　　 Burial sword lightly patted the sword box, the long sword turned upside down, and it was extremely agile.
He lifted his right hand to draw a circle in the sky, and the blood sword pushed out with his movements. A sword gas wave was shocked. In a blink of an eye, the stone wall was directly invaded by six or seven feet, but strangely, no A gravel flew up.
　　 His eyes flashed with light, and he smiled in the sky: "Why do swords need to be buried, swords need to be raised."
　　At this time, an old man carrying a worn sword box came in. The sword box was covered with rags, and a clear crack penetrated through it.
　　 The old man's eyes are muddy, and his ventilator is blocked, giving a feeling of twilight. If I really want to describe it, it's like I just got up from the grave.
　　The burial night stepped forward, gently holding the old man's arm, and said softly: "Jianlao rest assured, this time entering the Daxu, I will definitely bring out the spirits that continue to live."
　　The old man coughed and sighed, "You can't believe your fate, but you can't disobey the old."
　　 He is named Jianyi, the master of absolute sword peak and peak, and he is a sword-sword cultivator.
　　 Cultivation is also a realm of Venerable, even in his current state of exhaustion, ordinary Venerable is really not his opponent.
He is a sword repair, and the skill of sword repair is unprecedented. If the person who repairs the sword is magnificent, the long knife is rolling, and there is nothing to stop, then the person who repairs the sword is sharp, and can pierce the sky, thorn. Wear all the sharpness in the world.
　　 Burial Sword whispered: "How can you live for thousands of years even if you are old?"
　　 "Haha, just you will please me and I won't hurt you in vain." The old man put the sword box down, without a little demeanor, sitting on the ground. Then he said: "Now, the Seven Star Sect is very prosperous, even if the old man is gone, it will be harmless, but the matter will be reversed, or it will come very soon, and I am afraid that the Sect Master will be blinded by the thieves. This desire, once the gap is opened, can't be controlled. It’s not that the old man is afraid of dying, but the old man can’t die! I have to watch and guard ~EbookFREE.me~ I can rest assured, just like Zhangzhou’s rumored Changsheng Dan, if it’s not driven by the heart, I’m all Do not believe."
　　The buried sword complimented another sentence: "Listening to the old words of the sword, it is better to read hundreds of years of books."
　　 The old man was struggling to fight, but he was gently hidden by the buried sword.
　　 He glared and looked imposing. The buried sword knew that he could not hide, and lowered his head and walked to his side.
　　Jian Lao didn't use force, just flicked his forehead lightly, his expression dignified: "This trip must be more careful, the great market is vast and dangerous, even the Venerable has the possibility of falling in it."
　　 "Got it!" Burial Sword nodded slightly.
　　 The old man was still at ease, pointing at his eyebrows and gleaming in his cloudy eyes.
　　 An unprecedented momentum waved open, and then, a drop of essence blood flew out, turning into a sword awn and shooting into the arm of the buried sword.
　　After doing this, the old man was staggered, his face even more dry, and said weakly: "Take my fine blood as a guide, cut this sword, even the Venerable must avoid the sharp edge."
　　Finally, his feet were high and low, and he walked out of the stone house, his back old and desolate.
　　The burial sword squeezed his fist tightly, his eyes firm. ...
　　
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