My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World - Chapter 172

After the heavy rain that day, Moonlight Tsinghua once again baptized the earth.

The sky behind the Purple Temple is full of an unknown flower. This flower looks like a flower, is white and fragrant. It is normal on weekdays, but as long as it is stained with rootless water and a silver moon, the petals will be stained with crimson.

The white is red, like the coquettishness of a girl, and the blood of a virgin on a hipa.

The mist covered the veil, the ambiguous floral fragrance was floating in the air, and there were occasional moans.

One of the main halls of the Tianzi Hall is very luxurious. A tall blue flower stand faintly reveals blue hair. A bean eye looks through the gap of the flower stand toward the bed.

There were two young men sitting next to the bed, now hugged together, both flushed and breathing heavily.

One of them was leaning on his neck, his white neck had a fine red, and the other buried his face between the other’s neck, covering his expression, and only saw his sweaty horns and slightly trembling shoulders.

The two are of course Jingyue and Qin Yanzhi. Although they are doing business, two young people who are just-minded and heart-to-heart communicate with each other and inevitably burn their guns.

Hearing only the sound of “咚”, Qin Yanzhi pushed Jing Yue down from the bed, accidentally knocked over the table and chairs, and the chair smashed the flower stand aside.

A blue-haired chicken rushed out, one bird and two of you glared at me, and I glared at you, just as Jing Yue was so ashamed and anger was about to erupt, the little blue chicken flew into the arms of Qin Yan quickly.

“My dear! I miss you!”

Jing Yue: “…”

Qin Yanzhi hadn’t recovered from the aftertaste just now. He instinctively held Lan Feng, and his fingertips became subconsciously a little clear.

Lan Feng was instantly excited. Regardless, tali Jing Jinghu looked sideways, holding Qin Yanzhi’s fingers to start sucking “milk”, and one paw was still blindly pressing.

Jing Yue: “…………………………”

Although very helpless, Jing Yue looked down and raised her eyebrows, tenderly holding Qin Yanzhi, and couldn’t help smiling—even if the former Yan Zhi had only a residual soul, she would forget everything in her bones. Inherited.

Like good, like sword, like … Jing Yuan …

Jing Yue has glimpsed the truth from Qin Yanzhi’s narration and the soul of the other party.

At that time, he forgot the three souls and entered the sword, which helped Taiqing to form the sword soul, and finally defeated the demon emperor, and gained meritorious deeds.

The merit preserved his remnant soul, and after many years of restoring it, he finally had a chance to reborn.

But Tiandao chose a crippled soul for the sake of forgetting-only the soul and no courage.

The soul originally could not bear a human fetus, but the only three souls waited for the forgotten six souls, and finally completed the soul souls and became a generation of genius Qin Yanzhi.

Because of this, Qin Yanzhi and Jing Yue have a great causal relationship, and they met naturally.

Later, the two fell into Haotian Realm together and got the Taiqing sword from the void sword mound.

From the moment Qin Yanzhi held Taiqing, he was very slowly restoring a forgotten memory, because there were three forgotten souls in Taiqing.

At that time, the three souls, as an external force, helped Taiqing’s sword spirit evolve into a sword soul. In fact, even Taiqing himself did not know that the master’s three souls had been hidden in this sword.

In the sword mound, it will recognize Qin Yanzhi as the main one, because of the strong familiarity brought by the other party, and the second is the secret guidance of the three souls.

Originally belonging to the soul of a soul, naturally has a strong induction and adhesion.

But after all, the soul has been split for many years. Besides, there are three other souls in Qin Yanzhi’s soul. The six souls and six souls want to merge. Where can they be for hundreds or thousands of years? Perhaps tens of thousands of years would not be enough to remind him of the memories of previous lives.

But Qin Yanzhi fell into a flood of time. After his time was chaotic and disorderly, there was no law at all. When the time exceeded the limit and the soul was completely condensed, Qin Yanzhi finally merged with a forgetfulness.

He was forgetful, but not completely forgetful.

Jing Yue can see the shadow of forgetting from Qin Yanzhi, but Jing Yue knows that they are different after all.

“Yo ~” Lan Feng was full of food and still holding Qin Yanzhi’s fingers, and Jing Yue pinched up and pushed open the window and threw it out.

When the window was closed, he heard Qin Yanzhi ask, “Do you believe it?”

Jing Yue: “I have no disbelief.”

Qin Yanzhi: “Also, it seems that A Jing has known for a long time, and it is no surprise.”

Jing Yue: “…”

Qin Yanzhi saw that Jing Yue did not refute, and he raised an eyebrow in amazement, “Do you really know?”

Jing Yue: “… Um.”

Qin Yanzhi: “When?”

Jing Yue: “When coming out of the illusion of forgetfulness …”

He told his experience in Forgotten Flowers and shouted to Qin Yan: “I’m sorry, it makes you sad, I’m also forced.”

Qin Yanzhi shook his head. “I had no memory at the time, so I felt bitter; now I want to come, how lucky I am to have you accompany me through the fantasy for more than ten years?”

Jing Yue froze and couldn’t help laughing.

Qin Yanzhi: “Why didn’t you say it then?”

Jing Yue: “It always feels weird.”

Qin Yanzhi: “Where is it strange?”

Jing Yue: “Isn’t it strange that the master and the apprentice are horrified? The original fate with the simple master and apprentice of your life suddenly became this …”

Qin Yanzhi: “No wonder you said that …”

Jing Yuezheng wanted to ask what she said, and suddenly felt a soft lip, Qin Yanzhi pressed his lips, seemingly seriously asked: “Do you still feel strange?”

The intimacy can be called Qin Yan’s solemnity, Jing Yue’s heart is funny, half real and half false: “A little strange …”

As soon as the voice fell, the lips became hot and hot again. The breath of Qin Yanzhi blended with his lips and teeth. Only when he got close did he know that Qin Yanzhi was not a kaolin flower at all, but was like a fire, burning His sanity grabbed his breath.

Half dizzy and half drunk, Jing Yue remembered that when he was convinced that Qin Yanzhi was a forgotten reincarnation, he also worried that Qin Yanzhi would cause a psychological burden.

Now it seems … burdened? Hehe, it doesn’t exist …

In the following days, they did not leave Tianzi Hall, Jingyue and Qin Yanzhi searched the various records in Tianzi Hall, but they still could not find a way to destroy the magic fetus.

An Wuben wanted to return to the tribe. They saw that they were both anxious and frustrated, so they proposed to go east to try.

“There is a place of death in the East, but a legend has been circulating for tens of thousands of years-there is a great wise man in the place of death, who knows all things, and knows everything.”

Jing Yue: “East?”

He suddenly remembered that Lan Feng’s sense of opportunity when he first arrived was on the east side, and he agreed without thinking or thinking, “There is a master to lead the way.”

A Wu smiled heartily, “Who can help you, Master?”

Jing Yue looked at A Wu’s smile without any haze, like the purest and warmest daylight, and her guilt was more prosperous.

After all, he would leave the torrent, and he would not be a disciple of Master forever, and he could not fully accept his inheritance. And every time Master helps him, he is actually helping him to leave the place faster, but he is actually catalyzing the difference.

But he must go.

But he couldn’t say anything.

Suddenly there was warmth in his hand. As soon as Jing Yue tilted his head, Qin Yanzhi was smiled at him.

Maybe Qin Yanzhi guessed his mind, maybe he was just worried about him, but when he was accompanied by such a person when he was in a low mood, Jing Yue was unconsciously soft and more agitated.

He smiled back at Qin Yanzhi, wrote in a good mood, and secretly made a decision. In his lifetime, he must repair the incomplete Canglan swordsmanship so that the ten-world Cangyan Dafa can continue to be inherited.

For a few days, they headed east.

On the eighteenth day of their departure, a middle-aged beautiful woman came to Tianzi Hall.

The woman also came from the limousine, but the limousine was a flying owl, pulled by eighteen flying beasts. Each step of the beast hoof causes flying flowers to fall in the air. This design is only more exaggerated than the sedan owl that Miao Wenxiang prepared for the Son in the past.

When she came outside the Temple of Heaven, the woman saw a body frozen in the ice and snow, her **** crumbling.

And when she entered the temple, she saw that the former temple owner is now stupid, without the spirit, and only one shell is left, she vomited blood.

“Who is it? Who harmed my fragrance!”

The woman hugged the soulless Miao Wenxiang and wept for a long time. She raised her head for a long time, her eyes were full of hate.

“Whoever it is, die!”

——

Cangshan reflects the sunset, and the horizon is blood-red.

In the lush woods of the mountain, two people are fighting with swords. The exquisite skill of swordsmanship on both sides is rare in the world. If anyone is lucky to have a look at it, even if they do n’t know anything about Kendo, they can start from here.

On a sturdy old tree not far away, Lan Feng was bouncing to applaud his mother. Suddenly a sword flew across. The old tree fell only after the sound of “Boom”.

After a while, Lan Feng poked his head out of the dead leaves and wept aggrievedly.

Jing Yue was so funny that he caught it in his arms and whispered, “Give me some peace.”

After speaking, he carefully observed Qin Yanzhi and Master practicing sword.

Since these days, he has long been used to Master’s okay, so he has to find Yan Zhi to do some exercises. As the only … No, the only bystander, Jing Yue has learned a lot each time.

Although he is already familiar with Qin Yanzhi’s sword, and is familiar with the ability to make amulets to imitate each other’s sword meaning and sword spirit, at this time Qin Yanzhi’s body has been transformed, and the sword technique has produced many changes-those in the past Sword tricks that cannot be completed due to physical conditions, can now be used freely.

As for the Master, Jing Yue can feel that each time the opponent is more beneficial than the previous one, but the Master ’s Canglan swordsmanship is incomplete, and where can he compete with the Tao sword born from heaven? law?

Suddenly, Jing Yue had an idea—that year, he got the remnants of the “Ten Yu Cang Dang Dafa”, and supplemented many of them with his own strength, only the last form of Cang Lan swordsmanship. Therefore, he always thought that the “suspected galaxy falls for nine days”, like other incomplete parts, was lost, but at this moment, wouldn’t the Master not crack this one from beginning to end? Canglan swordsmanship has always been incomplete?

Jing Yue was thinking deeply and devotedly. He suddenly saw Master withdraw his sword, stopped the attack, and looked dignified.

Without waiting for them to ask, A Wu said, “Someone is following us.”

The author has something to say:

The modern poem “The Voice of My Heart” by 叽叽

I think

Jingjing

changed

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Recent confrontation

very bad

Also throw 叽叽

is not it

Menopause

Earlier

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