Chapter 152: Scattered memories from previous lives (middle)

There is no light in the moonlight, and the small courtyard is silent. Just love the internet. .
The long-browed old man quits lightly and gently, and joins the crowd under a osmanthus tree.
Meeting many inquiries, the long-browed old man shook his head helplessly, and the black-eyed valley master looked uncomfortable: "How do you think about it now? The new rumors that come out of Yuzhou, saying that the appearing monster is guarding Beixuan Mibao, this That is why the Gorefiend has to disappear for many years, to seize Yuzhou and drive away the ghosts."
"80% are those who don't give up on ghosts!"
The monks in the Heiyuan Valley are exposed to indignation.
"No, the news is released by the people of Qiankunguan. It has already caused an uproar in the scattered repairs." Tian Yan is a bit embarrassed, surrounded by the elders of the long-browed old-fashioned class, even if he has done the righteous leader in his previous life, there is still A little uncomfortable.
Stealing the black valley owner, Tian Yan real people feel awkward: Hearing the Heiyuan Valley is also a prestigious predecessor, is this the most hidden identity of the Sword Sword? This sword is really terrible.
Suddenly there was a faint scent in the wind that gradually turned into a rich.
The crowd was shocked at the same time, and they turned their heads.
A light and thin black gauze on the body, the glamorous woman's money comes from the night, the Pearl of the Red Pearl, the red coral handcuffs, the snowy skin, and the smoke. Only when she saw the people around her, the woman’s color was bleak two points.
峨冠博带, the dusty posture, and the ice muscle jade bone, if it is not a face, the body is not close to the cold, I am afraid that there will be a large group of confessed mortals fell to his feet.
"This is Shen Yubai." Heiyuan Gu reminded everyone.
"Ah! It turned out to be the owner of the East Sea Feiqiong Island!"
The people in Heiyuan Valley are so pleasing in their mouths, but their faces are full of writings - it is this root!
Liang Yange was greatly dissatisfied, stepped forward and stood in front of Shen Yubai to block the sight of everyone.
"..."
The people in the Black Valley immediately regained their gaze.
There is no shortage of beautiful female practitioners in the realm of comprehension. It is not a good idea to see ginseng.
"Where is the Sword Sword Lord?" Liang Yange looked at everyone like a sentimental pulse, exhaling Ruolan, she fiddled with the golden coral deaf on the lower ear, asking lazily.
Tian Yan couldn't help but look at the black valley owner.
"Well?" Liang Yan followed the incomprehensible.
"Mrs. Liang please wait a little, swearing sword... Or, in the hearts of the people who cultivated the real world, the sorcerer's sword is dead. Now it is Wanchun to master the magic of the state of Zhangzhou." The long eyebrows coughed and corrected.
"Hey, deceive yourself."
Liang Yange, the main disdainful swearing, swears that he is the sword sage, she is only interested in the sword's baby.
- The private possession of the South China Sea demon, there are many even she can not buy.
"Yuzhou has a diffuse resentment, it seems that this monster is very tricky!" Liang Yan yawned.
This kind of rush to come, the result of the anecdote is not fishing, it is really slouchy.
The main look of Heiyuan Valley is positive: "The smoldering dust is in the world, it is not the same as a small one. If it is not a coincidence, at this moment, the hundred and ten miles are already in ruins. The eyes are full of corpses, and Mrs. Liang need not say anything cool!"
"Dark dust..."
Liang Yan said in a bad tone: "A sword is a master of the book, only to say that it is a beast and a beggar, and entrusted to me. I did not expect him to deliberately deceive, and to say that the smog is a monster in the area. If it is not the East China Sea, I am with Isn’t he still facing this danger?
No one in Heiyuan Valley is willing to help the Sword Supreme to carry this black pot, and the Guzhu is more interested in seeing someone unlucky, and does not explain it. He only vaguely said: "There is a head debt, and the lady is asked to go to him. stop."
Liang Yan looked at him suspiciously, and asked Shen Yubai halfway. "Who is this person? Why have I never heard of the Central Plains and an extravagant monk?"
Everyone is silent.
- Dare to talk for a long time, did not distinguish who is right.
"Cough, old man..." Heiyuan Gu master touched his face, his heart was not right, and he quickly changed his mouth. "In the darkness of the Black Valley, Mrs. Liang certainly does not know."
They chilled, but the old eyebrows were too anxious to go to the Lord.
"I heard that Chen He, the younger brother of Shendao and my friend, has had a relationship. Now Chen Heyuan is broken and the situation is critical. Can Shendao Lord see it?"
Shen Yubai heard the frown.
Liang Yan stared at the long-eyed old-eyed, and the shadow on the ground gradually distorted, turning into a spider-like appearance.
"No problem." Shen Yubai stopped his own Taoist, "I am deeply confused in my heart, and I still have to solve Chen Wo for me."
Long eyebrows are beaming, and quickly lead people to the room.
Under the osmanthus tree, everyone looked at each other and raised their ears to eavesdrop.
"...This pulse is abnormal, Yuan Ying is broken, but the real yuan has not dissipated. In my opinion, I don't have to worry about it, although Chen He is not right, but there is no worry about his life."
Heiyuan Gu listened to Shen Yubai’s voice and squinted his eyes:
Hey, this ginseng really understands the technique of yin! What is this world, the elixir can be a doctor, and it’s necessary to change the alchemy furnace. Cheng Jing, I am making my own elixir flying?"
"Valley!" This time everyone disapproved of the roar.
The Kuroda Valley master took the hand and went to the side.
The long-browed old man in the room is still asking: "Chen Wo grabs his brother and does not let his consciousness tremble into this, as if in a nightmare, what is it?"
"He ate the dusty dZi?"
"Not bad..." The voice of the release is hoarse. "It’s just that this thing is a rare thing, how can it be useful."
After a while of silence, Shen Yubai slowly said: "This is going to ask you what you have done. How did Chen Wo swallow the Dzi Beads? It is reasonable to say that the smoldering dZi is a bright light of self-satisfaction. It is only a thousand miles away from the day, and the only trouble is the memory of the three evils. Every life is sick and sorrowful, and resentment will affect the mood of a monk. But like the elixir, nothing knows how to swallow directly. Making full use of the effectiveness of Dzi Beads is not the same."
"So?"
Everyone jumped in their hearts and found that the king came.
Teng Bo recalled the sudden appearance of the figure, and the understatement of the appearance of the murderous smoldering, chilling.
Chen He is trapped in the endless smoldering white mist.
Most of them are scattered and unformed memories. They can only see the passing of the North Xuan faction from the flames. They are quietly collecting the last traces of this once-famous but disappearing sect.
The original bead from the flame is obviously not very good. After a few times, the scene becomes blurred. He still insists on using it to remember things, the most precious and the most unforgettable.
When using the bead, the flame is always awake, but the people around it are always trembled and watched the appearance of the flame, then dare to speak boldly.
- The brother is not there.
- The brothers died early.
Chen He did not want to believe at all. He felt that he had never been able to find himself under the cliffs of the sky, so the brothers and the past lives were nothing but strangers.
The monks who will enter the Heiyuan Valley do not want to fly, but they are waiting for death.
It’s a good idea to say that you are dead.
Chen He tried his best to calm down and wanted to convince himself that although the temporary sectarian inheritance was terminated by the death of the ancestors, if you choose to slap the top, it will not die.
"How about the exercises?" "How can a person who can't remember the things that can't be remembered?" "Why is it so easy to get away from the flames, and better than the ones that have been explained?"
"Where did the white wood fire come when you robbed?" "What about the destruction of the real yuan?"
These questions creaked in Chen He’s mind and eventually formed a truth that he did not want to face.
Cold sweat broke out, and the comatose Chen Wo struggled to grasp the release, and he refused to let go.
Chen He once again saw a familiar face in the fog.
Gold armored silver bow, standing on the wall of the mountain, one arrow shot through the throat of the wild animal, the huge body flew out and planted in the dust.
Ji Changge.
Slowly holding the bead from the flame, the half face that he ruined was already intact. Chen He suddenly understood that the flame had already reached the Yuan Ying period.
Next to it was the eight-tailed fox that had been vomited by the body of the wild animal, and the eight tails were weak.
"This feeling is... the monk of the North Xuan faction!" Ji Changge was a little embarrassed, and suddenly opened the helmet, looking at the ruins of the otter valley under the mountain wall, and the two sides fighting in the mountain wall.
After eight thousand years, the monk who had already died was staring at the flames. "Why are you a disciple? It’s hard to kill the Tianshan and your northern Xuan faction. I will kill you for this fox, and when you return, you will The grace that awakens from the confusion of the infinite loop, both the repair of the late Yuan Ying, and then your life and death, has nothing to do with me."
Chen He was shocked and was about to talk. The foggy scene changed again.
Intermittently broken memories, he saw that the flames did not mean to fight in the wild beasts, unlike Ji Changge, he did not insist on the death of the monks to hold the water valley, do not feel that the wild animals will eventually retreat His every move, even if he was born in the body, seems to be an incomparable fight.
He is sharp and unscrupulous.
Every time you use a bead, it is like remembering to remember a tricky ancient wild beast, just to defeat it.
When Chen He and He Luopai were trapped in small-scale debris, they were shocked, desperate, angry and mournful. They all had it. Fortunately, they believed that one day they could go out.
In contrast, the flame is very abnormal.
He didn't have the fear of being in a predicament. The only change was that it looked even more embarrassing. The broken clothes were thrown one by one. When the clothes were torn around for the wound, the eyes of the flames were calm. Wave, resting on the mountain wall, even when practicing, there is no uneasiness, look like a hair.
Finally, one day, Ji Changge watched the wild beast and the monk once again turned into dust, and asked coldly, "This is a small piece of debris. You are in this place. Why are you not worried?"
Ignore the flames, let the aura come out from the acupoints, and after a week of practice, slowly open my eyes:
"Anywhere in the world is no different to me. It's great here, no one is disturbing, I don't want to leave."
"You?" Ji Changge frowned, somewhat surprised.
"In the small world, the time is different from the outside world. I have been here for a hundred years. The outside world may only have one day. If so, why should I worry?" said the flame, and the expression revealed a vague irony. "I would also like to thank that. Only the eight-tailed fox actually chose me as a prey. After discovering that I had three real fires, I was too scared to escape and threw out this small piece of debris."
"You suddenly lost the trace, the teacher's elders do not know?" Ji Changge cold-eyed from the flame, as if he did not like him so indifferent.
"The teacher's door? The North Xuan is destroyed, and the person who has the grace of life and dedication to me is no longer alive. Although the world is big, I don't have to worry about someone hanging it."
Chen He’s eyes were squinting and motionless.
He didn't know why he hadn't been defeated by this bad news. He could still bear the pain and continue to listen. Even every word can be clearly and clearly understood.
"What, the North Xuan faction has been -"
"From the battle of the Holocaust, the world has passed eight thousand years."
Ji Changge suddenly shocked and looked up, his voice hoarse. "Small circles are different from the outside world, but your life is still limited. How? Is it not going to die here?"
"It’s just this small piece of the sky."
Three red dragonflies from the flames of the eye became clear, and he seemed to smile: "The way I am going, what I want in my heart, is it more than a hundred times more difficult than this? Even here, I can’t get out, what is my face? Stepping on the sky, turning the magic and slaughtering, and intervening in the six reincarnations?"
Ji Changge stunned for a long while, and suddenly laughed: "Good! Well said. The ancient wilderness, the gods are angry, the ancestors are ants! If there is a chance, kill the immortal who rips the water valley in the past?"
I did not answer the flame.
Ji Changge received the silver bow and said one word at a time: "In the past few years, I have seen you will be a martyrdom of the North Xuan Pai, but you don't seem to know how to use it. I am afraid that the North Xuan School has been for many years. Lost this law, even the people who teach you will not?"
Chen Wo was much more shocked than the flames in his memory. He stared at Ji Changge and feared to miss it.
"I tell you the old things of Bei Xuan, pass on your archery, just take revenge for me!"
Standing slowly from the flame, it converges on the proud look, and gives a hand: "Please enlighten the seniors."