Chapter 94:

After hitting the Thunder Sword, the Beads turned a circle in the air and returned to a flat palm along the original road.
Looking up at the hand, they stood in front of the sky in front of four people, all wearing a dark gray robes, dressed as a monk.
The person who spoke was the head of the person. Unlike the three shaved hairs behind him, he had a long hair. The dark gray robes were covered with gold silk to outline a layer of gold. The corners of his mouth were smiling and his face was extremely soft.
I noticed that everyone looked at him. He smiled and said: "Lower Lin Yuan."
Qin Mo’s eyes blinked, I don’t know if it’s his illusion. At first glance, Lin Yuan’s body faintly radiates a layer of gold.
Rays. Moreover, Qin Mo can clearly see a trace of surprise from his eyes.
Does this person know him? There are some doubts in Qin Mo’s heart, but they don’t think much. Since that incident, he has no good feelings for the monk.
Qin Mo's index finger is a hook, and the thundering sword trembles. It hits the past against the evil head.
Seeing the action of Qin Mo, Lin Yuan brows slightly, his eyes flashed disapproval, and the hands of the beads slowly rotated, and then hit the falling sword again.
When the beads were close to the thunder sword, the sword suddenly appeared a layer of purple flame, forming a broad barrier that blocked the beads. The thundering sword has not been reduced, and it has been plunged into the sea. The evil spirits thumped twice and sank to the bottom of the sea.
The thunder sword cleared two times and returned to the hands of Qin Mo. Touching the blade, Qin Mo shook his sleeves and returned to the uncle.
I have to say that Lin Yuan’s temper is very good. Qin Mo will kill him in front of him. If the average person has already turned his face, he just frowned and shook his head and said:
This dragon is not guilty. The Taoist friend is too arbitrary." There is no uneasiness in the tone.
Although Qin Mo's expression did not change, but with him for five years, Cang Shu still saw that he was not happy under the cold expression. It’s really interesting, Qin Mo’s ice cube has turned into a face.
Think of it this way, Cang Shu’s mouth is a hook, pointing to the middle of the air that has been in the air for a long time, saying:
Those who are hurt by the evil are left behind.

"The heart of goodness has everyone, the beast is certainly no exception..." Lin Yuan folded his hands together, and Zhou revealed a sad and sorrowful feeling.
Cang Shu’s mouth was pumping, and he couldn’t say anything. His eyes swept over the three monks who were helpless behind Lin Yuan’s body. He pulled his mouth and glanced at Qin Mo, and said dryly:
I don’t know where the four go? If not If you dislike, you can walk with us."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yuan’s eyebrows stretched out and nodded to Cang Shu. He thanked him and turned around and said something to the trio.
The three men nodded, and they stood on the spirit boat. Lin Yuan took two steps forward and came to the souls and recited the reincarnation.
Jin Guanglin’s source rose and rose. As he chanted his voice, a golden letter emerged from his mouth and tumbling around the grievances. Under the golden word, the gray gas dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Looking at Lin Yuan was surrounded by Jin Guang, the light in the eyes of Cang Shu flashed: "This kid is a young age, it is not easy."
When the ash was scattered, Lin Yuan took a sigh of relief and walked over to Ling Zhou.
Uncle Cang checked the situation of Lingzhou. When no one was injured and the spirit boat was not damaged, he took a sleeve and the spirit boat set sail again.
The rest of the journey was very peaceful, the bow of Qinmo Station, blowing the cool sea breeze, and some of the anxiety was gradually calmed down. But unfortunately, Qin Mo looked at Lin Yuan and his brow wrinkled slightly.
"Buddha has a cloud, saves a life and wins a seven-level floating squad..." He noticed Qin Mo’s line of sight. Lin Yuan thought that his words touched Qin Mo, and his face was smiling, and even the speed of speech increased a lot.
Not far behind the two people, Cang Shu stood behind. After seeing this situation, his face still maintained a serious expression. His heart had already laughed. I didn’t expect this Lin Yuan to be a slogan, or a man who liked to talk about Buddhist scriptures. It is rare to see the expression of Qin Mo, and they have to leave a few of them on the spirit boat.
Thinking of this, Cang Shu sighed in his heart, I don’t know what Qin Mo’s child had experienced. At a young age, the mentality is so old, the ancient well has no waves, as if nothing around him can touch him.
When Ling Zhou arrived at Wanshan Town, it was at noon, the sun was shining, and the people on the street came and went, so it was no fun.
Everyone in Seimei Island is here to buy goods. In addition to being responsible for transporting the spirit boat, Cang Shu is also able to buy some Lingcao back. After all, the environment in Qingming Island is very good, but the materials needed for alchemy are not enough.
Standing on the streets, Cang Shu’s sight fell far away from Qin Mo. After a long time, he sighed and took a picture of Qin ink joints and walked toward the noisy market.
His voice whispered in the air: "If you are tired, go back to Qingming Island..."
The sun fell on the uncle, leaving a silhouette of the place, Qin ink mouth rising, his eyes brightened.
This unfamiliar self-cultivation is full of battles, but there are always some people who will feel warm from the bottom of their hearts, such as the old man, such as Uncle. Qin Mo feels that even if you can’t go back later, it’s a good thing to stay here.
Love.
Thinking of this, Qin Mo shook his head. He wanted to find Lin Zikai and the little fox. This is what he owes them.
Lin Yuan’s four people have been standing by Qin Mo. At this moment, seeing Uncle Cang left, he came forward.
"Qin Modao friends, I don't know where you are going?"
"Leave here." Hearing Lin Yuan's opening, Qin Mo replied casually, but the action under his feet did not consciously add a few points.
Lin Yuan’s eyes flashed slightly, and it seemed to be a matter of thought. He slowly said:
I am going to the blue sky with my teacher’s life. I wonder if Qin Modao friends are interested in going there?

When the words came out, Lin Yuan’s three-faced face changed and he wanted to stop his words.
Lin Yuan did not pay attention to the three people behind him. He still stubbornly stood in the same place and continued to speak: "The blue sky was attacked by the magic, and the division sent us to support them."
Qin ink stepped forward and turned to look at Lin Yuan. In the sun, Lin Yuan was wearing a robe and smiled.
Qin Momei's heart jumped, this person really knows him. He just mentioned the word "blue sky" when the tone is obviously heavier.
In the blue sky, this name has not been heard for a long time.
Qin Mo's thoughts under the heart, the three thousand interface of the real world, people, and looking for Lin Zikai is not an easy thing, it is better to go back to the blue sky, maybe there will be clues in the forest. Moreover, some people have not seen it for a long time.
However, Qin Mo brows a shot and looks at Lin Yuan: "As far as I know, there is no time for the robbery to be repaired. It is impossible to shuttle between the interfaces."
"Qin Modao friends do not know. Five years ago, there was a big battle between the monks and the magical monks. Because of some unknown reasons, the interval between the three thousand interfaces of the comprehension was broken, as long as it was repaired to reach the foundation period. You can freely shuttle each
Between the interfaces.

Lin Yuan's tone is soothing and explained to Qin Mo in detail.
Five years ago, Qin Mo touched the chest and looked at her chest.
"Qin Modaoyou...Qin Mo?" Seeing Qin Mo's god, Lin Yuan took a shot of Qin ink arm.
Qin Mo thought about it, was touched by Lin Yuan, and took a copy of Lin Yuan’s palm reflexively. When he reacted, there was some squatting on his face, his eyes moving down, and he did not look at the injured face on Lin Yuan’s face. He agreed to his proposal, turned and left the moment, and threw a jade bottle and a jade slip to Lin Yuan.
"In the past few days, I first lived in the Wanshan Town Inn. This is the sound of jade."
After saying this, Qin Mobu left, although he did not know what Lin Yuanmu was, but he was not afraid.
Linyuan Station was in the original place, playing with the jade bottle in his hand, suddenly "squeaking" and laughing out loud, he shook his head and sighed: "It really is different."
After saying this, he nodded to the three people behind him and walked toward Qinmo.
The three monks looked at each other and looked dissatisfied, but they did not show it. This Lin Yuan is the head of the love, with their strength, but the status is not what they can compare.
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It was night, the sky was dark, and the Qinmo station stood in front of the window and looked into the distant streets. Different from the bustling daytime, this time on the street
There is no pedestrian, and the bluestone plate emits a faint glow.
Qin Mo touched his sleeves. Since he was planted by Lin Zikai, as soon as someone touched him, there was a feeling of burning and tingling behind him. When I was touched by Lin Yuan today, I didn't feel this way. Who is this Linyuan?
"Tick and ticking..." The rain suddenly came out of the house, and the rain was crisp and splashed.
Qin ink eyelids suddenly jumped, and there was an ominous premonition in my heart. This Wanshan Town was too quiet.
The author has something to say: Hey, everyone guesses who this Linyuan is, and see if anyone is the same as my brain circuit.