Chapter 112: Live up to Chen Lang's true feelings!

Ugh……
Chu Jingyue sighed and did not answer Li Qinglian's words, thinking silently in her heart.
"If I can't stay here for one night at Chen Xinglie, the Sect Master will definitely doubt that I am not Chen Xinglie's woman at all."
"Previously, in that inn, the lord was like a dog, wagging his tail in front of Chen Xinglie in order to survive. The majesty of the former lord was gone, like a bereaved dog... At that time, I happened to be there and saw the most humble and shameful one On the one hand. With the disposition of the sovereign, how can you tolerate me?"
"I am not Li Qinglian, and there is no Datong Dynasty as a backer for me. This time, if I do not take advantage of Chen Xinglie's reputation, how can I live long?"
Chu Jingyue lay on the chair, thinking quietly, then turned her head to look at Li Qinglian, and sighed: "It's still hello."
Li Qinglian asked blankly: "Where can I go?"
Chu Jingyue smiled and raised her head, staring at the dark night sky, without answering, but her heart was full of unwillingness, and she thought to herself: "You Li Qinglian is lucky, and you met Chen Xinglie, rammed in the ancient formation, still unscathed, and now you get it. Chen Xinglie’s martial arts inheritance. Whether you have a family background, you are the nine princesses of the emperor, the queen’s daughter, and the prince was born to the same mother..."
Li Qinglian couldn't wait for Chu Jingyue's answer, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Chu Jingyue couldn't help adding a sentence to her heart: "No matter whether you have Li Qinglian's mentality, you are heartless and heartless, so many big things have happened tonight, you can still sleep!"
The night is as cool as water.
The frogs cried.
The broad streets of Qingyun City are very lonely.
Chen Xinglie strolled along, followed by a fairy Yumeng.
Zhao Yumeng didn't say much.
Along the way, this fairy Yumeng did not speak, but the blush on his cheeks has not disappeared.
For her, such a walk with lone men and women at night is already a very extraordinary thing.
This is the second time she has done this in her life.
As for the first time, he also committed the crime with Chen Xinglie.
At that time, the two of them were walking along the Qingyun River and they met Chu Jingyue who was swimming naked...
Unconsciously, the two walked outside the city.
Chen Xinglie stopped and looked at the distant mountains.
To the north of the Qingyun River, the mountains are undulating like dragons and snakes. There is a high mountain dozens of miles away, and the majestic peak stands tall.
"Zhu Er."
Chen Xinglie looked at the high mountain and said, "During the war, you can stand on that mountain and look at it from a distance. Remember, no matter what you see, don't go down the mountain, and don't act rashly."
"Why?" Zhao Yumeng frowned slightly.
Even if Chen Xinglie used only half of his sword to force Shang Qingkong back, Zhao Yumeng was still a little worried.
Chen Xinglie raised his head, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and slowly said: "I have a method called the Taoist Seal of the Xuanming Dharma Realm. Once it is displayed, it will be frozen for thousands of miles. Standing on the mountain, Zhu Er can seal the Taoist Dharma Realm of the Xuanming You can see the mystery clearly. If you can comprehend something, it will be of great benefit to martial arts practice."
Zhao Yumeng was stunned: "Why didn't Chen Lang teach me directly?"
Chen Xinglie sighed: "That Xuanming Dharma Realm Dao Seal is the foundation that I left before reincarnation and re-cultivation. It can only be used once. As for how to practice and how to condense, I can't remember."
Zhao Yumeng asked: "Since it is the background of the past life, why would Chen Lang forget?"
"Oh, this matter..." Chen Xinglie pretended to shook his head, his tone was full of sorrow, and sighed: "After Zhu Er was reincarnated and rebuilt, he completely forgot about me. He only remembered those related to martial arts practice. After I was reincarnated and rebuilt, I forgot about half of the martial arts related matters, I only remember Zhu Er..."
Hearing this, Zhao Yumeng's eyes trembled, his heart felt soft, and he muttered, "Could it be because of the "Phoenix Nirvana Sutra"?"
Chen Xinglie pretended to smile casually, full of nonsense, and said: "If I don't go to the "Phoenix Nirvana Sutra", how can I know the flaws in this formula?"
Zhao Yumeng's heart trembled, staring at Chen Xinglie in a daze, only feeling that he owed Chen Lang too much...
How can I repay this love?
Zhao Yumeng was upset.
"It is late."
Chen Xinglie turned back to Qingyun City, and said casually: "Zhu Er went up the mountain earlier and settled down. When the time comes for the war, let's look at this seat...with a sword."
Chen Xinglie left as he said, without any muddle.
Zhao Yumeng looked back at Chen Xinglie’s leaving back and watched Chen Xinglie walk into the city gate intently. Until Chen Xinglie’s figure disappeared into the night, Zhao Yumeng blinked, but instead of going up the mountain immediately, he meditated on Chen Xinglie’s biography. The "True Explanation of Earthly Washing the Sword" for her.
If you don't recite the formula silently, the broken Jianxin will disappear.
Zhao Yumeng can only maintain the clear state of the sword heart by silently reciting the mantra of "The Real Explanation of Washing the Sword in the World" and condensing the sword heart based on this technique.
However, every time Jianxin collapsed, and then returned to Jianxin's transparent state, Zhao Yumeng would feel that Jianxin was more pure than before.
Zhao Yumeng's strength has also improved a lot.
"Break and stand!"
"There is such a mysterious sword art in the world!"
"If you want to get such a technique, you don't know what kind of hardship you have to go through. Chen Lang has paid too much for me..."
Zhao Yumeng stared at the gate of the city, listened to Chen Xinglie's depressing footsteps, and muttered: "Zhu Er will never disappoint Chen Lang's true feelings."
The night is dead.
After an hour or two, it will be dawn.
At this time, Qingyun City, situated on the river bank, seemed to fall asleep.
In Xiangdong Street, there were people who stayed up all night.
In the tavern in the alley, Qin Wannian was sitting at the table, holding a wine glass in one hand and chopsticks in the other, eating supper.
The admiral and chief of the dynasty spy was very comfortable eating.
As long as an individual lives in the world, he has to be a little hobby.
Food color, too!
Qin Wannian was an and eunuch, a little far away from "color", and his taste for food became a matter of course. He drank wine in small sips and ate food with big mouthfuls, nodded from time to time, motioned to the spy standing at the table to continue Moving on, I occasionally interrupted and asked for a few details.
"You just said that the water man, who was formed by Shang Qingkong with sword intent, collapsed before the sword in Chen Xinglie's hand was half drawn?"
Qin Wannian asked very carefully, his eyes were solemn.
The spy replied: "The subordinate can see clearly, and has not yet pulled out half."
Qin Wannian squinted his eyes and took a deep breath. His heart was full of horror. His tone was no longer stable, and his voice trembled. He asked, "Half the distance, how far is it?"