Chapter 270: Fate of past and present (Part 1)

Zhuang Huan saw the arrow through the cloud and recognized the arrow through the cloud, so he hurried over to the lake and saw the demon assassination that had been planned for a long time.
However, from the beginning to the end, he did not show up and did not shoot.
At first, he did not have time to shoot. And when Liang Xiaoxiao's sword hurt his sleeve first, after seven serious injuries... he was afraid to shoot.
But at that time, he still had some courage, because the most powerful demon couple left.
The reason why Chen Changsheng was able to persevere for so long was to give him courage. Liang Xiaoxiao was not fully involved in this battle and was also vigilant to him.
To a certain extent, he played a role.
The problem is that he has never been able to build up enough courage to rush to the lake, and when Chen Changsheng can no longer persist, all his courage vanishes at that moment.
He turned and left, and began to run away.
This is really rude.
"I saw the third monument in the Tianshu Ling, I have broken through!"
Zhuang Huanyu held the sword of Tiandaoyuan in his right hand, and a magic weapon in his left, and looked at Liang Xiaoxiao who was standing in front of him. His face was pale and said, "I am also in Tongyou! I am not afraid of you!"
He was also a young genius on Qingyun's list. Although he is not as good as Liang Xiaoxiao in ranking, he is as famous as the Seven Kingdoms in the eyes of the world.
But at this time, he was gray-faced and confused, and there was nothing like the young genius.
Liang Xiaoxiao said: "You can make a sword."
Even if there is a prodigal son who turns around and does not change the gold, no one can turn back so quickly.
Even if there is such a thing as shame and bravery, few people can see the small under their clothes in such a short time, and then be brave again.
The sword in Zhuang Huanyu's hand trembles slightly, just like his voice, he can't hold it anymore, how can he pierce it?
"You know who my father is." Zhuang Huaiyu shouted gaily: "You dare to kill me is also a dead word!"
After finishing this sentence, he wanted to understand that the man in front of him dare to betray even the demon disciples who drove off the mountain, and how dare they scare each other.
Thinking of this, he was inexplicably angry.
Liang Xiaoxiao was expressionless, thinking silently in his heart. So, does anyone know who my father is?
Zhuang Huaiyu was even more upset when he saw that he didn't respond, and said with a tremble: "If you really want to force me, it's a big deal and we all die."
After saying this, he did not raise the sword, but raised the magic instrument in his left hand.
Liang Xiaoxiao's eyes fell on the magical instrument, his expression changed slightly, and he recognized the jade which was actually one of the seven magical instruments of the town hall of the Heavenly Taoist Temple!
This discovery surprised him a bit.
Since this person carries such a powerful magic weapon with him, if he worked with Chen Changsheng before, it might bring some unexpected changes.
"Unexpectedly, Vice President Zhuang loved your son so much, and he secretly gave you such a precious magic weapon regardless of the rules of the hospital."
He looked at Zhuang Huanyu and said indifferently: "If this matter spreads, what would you say will be the result?"
Zhuang Huanyu calmed down a little bit and said, "What about that? Can it be worse than death?"
Liang Xiaoxiao said: "The clue of Jian Chi seems to have been found by Vice President Zhuang. He didn't tell Mao Qiuyu, he didn't report it to the palace, he only secretly told you, what is this crime? The most important thing is that You didn’t go out to help Chen Changsheng, what is this sin? I think, even if you leave Zhou Yuan, I’m afraid that the ending will be worse than death."
Zhuang Huanyu's face was even paler, and he had no idea what to say. Liang Xiaoxiao looked back at the completely calm lake. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said: "Chen Changsheng is dead, and the sleeves and Qijian must be dead. Only you know this matter."
Zhuang Huanyu vaguely understood what he meant, but he didn't believe it, and... the other party's request really exceeded his acceptance level.
"Do you want me to be like you?" There were two flushes on his pale face, but he didn't know whether it was because of anger or some other reason, such as shame.
Liang Xiaoxiao looked at him quietly and said, "Besides, what other reason do I have to let you go?"
Zhuang Huanyu's breath became heavy, still unexplained, angry or ashamed or nervous? After a long time, he asked in a loss of spirit: "Why... why?"
He asked himself this question and asked Liang Xiaoxiao. Seven rooms have asked this question, and Chen Changsheng has asked this question. Liang Xiaoxiao has not answered, and this time is no exception. He looked at the last embers of the calm lake and wondered why there are so many reasons in the world?
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The edge of Zhouyuan is rolling hills, and then there are hills. Three extremely majestic mountains lead to the vast and infinite grassland in the central area. Muyu is the longest and highest among them. The cliff is steep and smooth like a knife. In general, there is only one road on the ridge, which is extremely steep.
The girl in a white sacrifice suit walked on this high and steep mountain path. She was on both sides of the sky. She seemed to be walking in the sky. The white dress was like a slowly moving cloud.
If she continues to move forward, she will always go to the forefront of Muyu for a moment, which is the mountain that Muyu got its name from, where she can see the setting sun in the grassland, you can watch Go to the picture of most places in Zhou Yuan, but today, she will first meet the old man who plays the piano, and the little girl with indifferent brows.
She did not know that the young and old were waiting for herself, she continued to walk towards the setting sun.
Heilong is flying higher, so she can see the one who walks on the mountain road, and the one who waits at the end of the mountain road. Its approach deviates slightly from Chen Changsheng’s original plan, but it is no longer possible. Turning the corner, it decided to find a way to warn the girl in white. However, at this moment, among the Muyu Mountains covered by the evening glow, a sound of Zheng sound suddenly sounded. This sound was extremely crisp, but extremely distant, but it spread to dozens of miles in an instant.
The girl in white stopped and turned her head slightly, as if listening, a smile on her beautiful but not particularly beautiful cheek, without vigilance, but more like appreciation.
The sound of the piano will not stop anymore, it is like flowing water, and it is a continuous song. It is a cheerful song, like welcoming guests from afar, and like a hunter celebrating the harvest tonight.
If the hunting is extremely plentiful, people will ignite a large bonfire in the wild, hang the food on the fire and roast until the oil drains, and let the fragrance drool the fierce beasts in the night.
Heilong subconsciously looked at the vast grassland. It was very clear how many fierce beasts were hidden in the wild grasses that were as high as humans. Then, it saw the edge of the grassland burning, which was the last glory and heat of the setting sun , That seems to be a bonfire.
Although the passage of time is slow, when crossing the critical point, it is often that sudden, without any psychological preparation, the sun completely sinks below the horizon, and the night officially comes.
The absence of the sun does not mean that there is no light, but the sky and the earth are dimmed a lot. The vast grassland, even the grassland at its end, cannot be seen, so it becomes a dark ocean. Looking at the grassland ocean, the black dragon sighed softly, with a sense of satisfaction and a nostalgic thought, because it reminded it of its hometown. The gloom does not always mean cold. Although it is a black dragon, it also likes warmth. The deep blue water near the hometown is warm. The blazing sun makes the temperature of the sea water as suitable as bath water. The beaches on those islands Like silver chips...
The Queen Mother stripped her soul and poured it into Yuruyi, letting her follow Chen Changsheng on this Zhou Garden trip to report his situation at any time. In a sense, she was still a prisoner and imprisoned her The place changed from a cave under the palace to a small wishful place. The power that bound her is no longer the chain of iron but the shadow of death. She must also face a low mood and the psychological pressure of betrayal. What do you think? , This trip is not bad. However, after she left Chen Changsheng with Kyoto, she discovered that it was a wonderful thing. For the first time in hundreds of years, she left the cold and lonely world underground, and saw countless landscapes that have become a little strange. With so many humans and demon clan's food, it made her feel very happy, and even forgot many things. Until this time, she finally remembered her hometown.
Those who can't get there are called distant places? For the Dragon race, there is no place in the world that cannot be reached. The name that can't go back is hometown? Yeah, can I go back home? ?
She looked at the dark grassy sea-like grassland, thinking about the deep grassy sea like the far south, remembering her hometown, her father, many things, and then she began to be sad.
Unlike the legend, the dragons do not live in strange caves covered by clouds and mist on the high mountains. As the most powerful and wise life, how can they like the dark and humid environment? Dragons like coconut wind, silver beach, blue sea, sunshine and wind, and palaces.
From this point of view, there is no big difference in the evolution of any life to the highest state. The Devil Race never forgets to invade south and destroy all human beings. I don’t know whether it has anything to do with it.
Dragons live in the depths of the South China Sea, where the water is very warm.
It is also the hometown of Black Dragon.
The same as the most noble and powerful existence of the dragon family. Unlike the golden dragon who is responsible for leading the entire dragon family, the Xuanshuang dragon is more proud and has a very indifferent temperament. He likes to live in isolation and never likes to deal with other companions. In other words, it is extremely cold.
Countless years ago, the leader of the dragon clan, the Golden Dragon Clan, disappeared from the mainland for unknown reasons. The Xuanshuang Dragon naturally became the natural candidate of the Dragon Clan Chief.
Under the circumstances at that time, as long as her father nodded, she would become the head of the dragon clan. But her father was unwilling and tiresome to leave the South China Sea alone and return to the mainland.
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Qin Yin continues, like a call, like a memory, like the wind on the snowy fields of those years.
The black dragon looked at the dark grassland and at Muyu, and suddenly somehow came from it, the eyes of the dragon were full of tears, so a light rain fell on the sky of Zhou Yuan.
At this time, she was only a trace of the soul, far less powerful than the body in terms of spiritual strength, but actually touched the soul of the year by the piano tone, and... she did not want to resist.
Because this piano sound reminded her of the past, she saw her father after leaving her hometown.
Her father is the most powerful black frost dragon in thousands of years. It has a darker black than the night. The breath is a thousand miles of frost and snow swords. It is unimaginably powerful.
Her father met a human.
The man was holding a big knife that seemed to cut through the sky.
No matter how powerful her father was, there was no way to resist the knife.
The knife seemed to cut everything before the blade.
What's more, that battle happened in Zhou Yuan.
That man is the owner of Zhou Yuan.
The knife really cut off the sky here, and a clear knife mark appeared on the clear blue sky.
As time went by, the knife marks gradually disappeared, but the grassland below the knife marks had many more visions.
The sky is broken, and the black, which is deeper than the night, is cut in pieces.
Her father fell from the sky and the huge dragon turned into a mountain.
Under the setting sun, the mountain seemed to burn. At the forefront of the mountain was a proud peak, that is, the dragon's head. The grassland will also burn, and the red glow on those grasses looks like blood spots on the dragon.
Heilong finally understood what had happened and why his father never returned.
Her dragon eyes were full of tears, then suddenly cold and turned into snow flakes.
Humans are indeed humans.
Shameless humans, cold-blooded humans.
She looked at the girl in white on the mountain alone, thinking indifferently, to die.
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Both sides of the mountain road are cliffs, extremely steep, and the bare stone walls look very smooth and even more terrible. I don't know who hewn these stone steps that can only walk by.
The wind here is much stronger than the ground and also much colder. Looking down, because the mountains are too high, the clouds are only between the cliff walls, but they cannot be reunited and formed, and they are blown into a piece of silk.
Listening to the subtle and implied piano sound, the girl in white remembered and saw some very secular things, such as cotton candy in the town, and the willow under the little bridge not far from home. Xia, and when I first entered the Thirteenth Division of the Qing Dynasty as a child, I was uncomfortable with some thick bedding, and I kicked my feet casually. As a result, the quilt shattered, and cotton quilt was floating in the dorm.
Thinking of the past, she smiled, her lips slightly raised, so the face, which was just plain and beautiful, suddenly brightened up, so that even the Qingji Mountain Road warmed up digitally.
Accompanied by the sound of the piano, she continued to walk forward.
There was a tree on the clifftop.
She walked under the tree and rested briefly.
Because of the environment, there is no green leaf left in this tree, only the bare branches, and the cliffs on both sides are very harmonious. It seems to be melting into the mountains. No wonder they have not seen it before.
She took the handkerchief from her sleeve and wiped her forehead very seriously.
Such a cold mountaintop, even if walking non-stop, according to the principle, should not sweat, not to mention her cultivation as a gift, but when the handkerchief was retrieved, it was really a bit wet.
Looking at the wet marks on the handkerchief, she shook her head and laughed again.
It turns out I'm also nervous.
Packing her handkerchief, she leaned quietly against the tree and stopped walking.
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