Geng Zhao was unable to reply from the violent eruption pleasure for a while.
In Xuanlin's memory, there was no pleasure of the stem of the pestle stem being tied with tender vaginal muscles, blunt tips as if they were struck by lightning. As he himself said, the immortal body had no feeling of peace with the sexual organs.Witnessing the beautiful nakedness of the Ling girl and hearing the numb screams outside her soul could even arouse Geng Zhao's desire, but when she inserted it, she unexpectedly felt dull.
It’s not that Ling Nu is not compact enough. On the contrary, Xuan Lin’s praise for her is definitely not a sarcasm. Among the women Geng Zhao has experienced, only the narrowness of the Xianzi, which is comparable to Hong'er’s strength.The girl of Ling has both strengths and her slender body has a powerful explosive power that matches her determination. If other men were afraid that they would be exhausted, they would be difficult to curb.
This is entirely caused by the problem of Xuanlin or the immortal body. The giant thing that was stroking by a rare beauty like the magistrate is like another arm that grew out of thin air, stretching freely and touching clearly, without any excitement.
Xuan Lin's excitement was not so much from the abuse of the Ling Girl, but rather from the painstaking arrangement step by step, and finally reached the peak when she completely destroyed her beliefs and hopes.Geng Zhao could not understand such pleasure, but it is undeniable that Xuan Lin's rough ravage and Ling Nu's tragic struggle did have some dark and strange and bleak beauty.
He gradually realized that he was pinching Ling Nu's narrow and white buttocks, and using his thick penis to shave and pierce the crying girl, both in the body and mind.
Under the premise that everything is just an illusion, the boy lets the darkness grow in his heart roam, and the lower abdomen perception, which should have been very dull, was supplemented by Xuan Lin's high excitement; the whole process of insulting the Ling Girl was extremely real, and the stacked pleasure was almost the same as the movements entering and leaving the female body. At the moment when Xuan Lin erupted, the boy's eyes turned white again, and his senses were blocked by the surging beauty, no less than when Xuan Lin used force or killed people.
The blocked blankness grew unusually, and Geng Zhao was enough to re-aware of his existence in the void. Suddenly, the concept of time was restored and he began to feel that it was not good.Although the operation of the water essence is unknown, it is inferred by reason that once the Xuanlin's memory is blocked, Geng Zhao should return to reality. It is like a door that can be separated from inside and outside, either stepping out or staying in the door; even if it is briefly stepped on the threshold, it will eventually go in or exit.
Geng Zhao and Xuan Lin, reality and illusion are the two sides separated by the door of Water Essence.
When the memory of Xuanlin in the illusion was blocked, Geng Zhao did not return to reality. Because the time of the first two times occurred was extremely short, he had not had time to notice something strange, and then he continued to the various things in the illusion, which even ignored this key phenomenon.If inside and outside the door, there is not a door wall, but a long corridor that stretches endlessly to both sides without touching the head and tail?
Geng Zhao was shocked to realize how deadly such a blank was.
In the void, thoughts cannot be conveyed to the water essence. No matter how you ask questions in your heart, you will not get an answer or return to reality. Even the art of entering emptiness and stillness of the Dafa of taking over the body does not work, and you can't do anything.Will consciousness drifting into the void be harmful to the body?How long has it been in reality for such endless waiting?Hong'er... Do you know what's wrong with me?She didn't know how worried she would be about the quiet world, and thoughts would come one after another, as if she was falling into the world.At this moment, perception suddenly flowed back to my mind, what I saw in my eyes, what I heard in my ears, what I said in my mouth, what I smelled in my nose, even the cool and slippery finger touch of the moment when I twisted the snow neck of the Lingnu was like a thin rain curtain, mixed with some kind of heterogeneity, and could not be directly touched, and the feeling of withdrawal was particularly strong.
Geng Zhao suddenly understood: the blank space like he had just now was not completely harming his mind.
The reason why the first two blockades had little effect was that Xuan Lin used insignificant power. Once the perception was raised to the level of the psychic level, the consciousness could not bear the powerful feedback from the immortal body, which made the door between reality and illusion a arch into an endless corridor and could not continue to communicate with the water spirit.
If Xuan Lin uses his martial arts with all his strength, or has more intense sexual intercourse with other women, or even ecstasy and ecstasy, it may damage Geng Zhao's consciousness and make him drift in the sea of virtual consciousness forever and never return to reality again.
(No, you have to leave here as soon as possible!)
He didn't care that Xuan Lin and the Buddha envoy were talking about the critical point, Geng Zhao did not wait for his full consciousness to return, and kept repeating the thought of letting me leave in his heart. I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was a dizzy moment. Geng Zhao felt that he had returned to his familiar body. The feeling of overflowing power and endless stream suddenly disappeared, and even the center of gravity of the clear existence returned to a hazy ball; the only thing that remained unchanged was the comfortable after erupting, the comfortable after the eruption was full.
He endured the dizzy discomfort and wanted to rub his eyes with blurred vision. But when his thoughts moved, the feeling between his fingers and palms gradually revived. The tentacles were extremely elastic. A thin layer of sweat was evenly matched with a thin layer of sweat on his skin, which not only did not look sticky, but also made the skin smoother. The exquisite curved light could be read from the palm of his palm, which turned out to be a round and perky buttocks.
Could it be...I am still in the illusion!
In shock, his ears and eyes quickly regained consciousness. When he looked closely, he saw a undulating naked woman lying on the white jade altar, with her white and slender thighs. The pair of her eyes that were slightly bent were strong and strong, with her long calves and shins that were extremely attractive. The wonderful taste of holding it in her palm was so familiar to him, and she was definitely not comparable to a slender lady.
Hong'er!
Ran Hongxia seemed to have lost consciousness for the time being, her whole body was limp and covered in fine sweat. Her breasts, half-pressed between the floor and her arms, were undulating and swift, and she was tired and charming. It was vaguely visible that she fainted with a slight look of leaning back and buttocks and grounding hands and feet.The red and swollen vulva is like a ripe peach, with two tender and tender lips that cannot hold on to the open; the vagina, which has always been closed like a thread, not only has the door wide open, but the small holes in the flesh folds also have traces of external objects being opened, spitting out thin milky water.With the extraordinary compactness and strong muscle strength of Ran Hongxia, it can be seen that the inserted giant is very swollen, and how it is ravaged like a violent wind and rain without any pity.
Geng Zhao was confused and instinctively stretched out her fingers and scraped some slurry from the violently congested tender fat. The dyed red glow trembled slightly, and her body, which was quietly lying on the ground, seemed to be fresh again. Her buttocks could shrink and she pulled a bright liquid silk between her lover's fingertips and the jade clams.
Not only her vulva, but also her snow-white crotch and inner thighs were splashed with semen. The floor under her body, her curved waist and back...even the sweaty and thick ends were stained with a lot of semen.Geng Zhao is very familiar with this smell. Maybe he has to ejaculate several times in a row to get such a weight.The faint pain in the bottom of the abdomen proves the absurd idea that he is extremely reluctant to face.
When he re-examined Xuanlin's memory in the illusion, his body in reality did the same thing, but Xuanlin raped the priest and the maiden girl, but he did such a beastly act to Hong'er.The clothes on her body were separated by two pieces, while Geng Zhao's own was slid aside, which was also surprisingly similar to the illusion.
Thinking of Xuan Lin's terrifying power, Geng Zhao couldn't help but sweat.Fortunately, although the vagina of the dyed red cloud was ravaged and swollen and congested, it was like a blooming peony, but it was not as miserable as the Lingnu.
He was both shocked and ashamed, and was pity-loving, and couldn't help but reach out to caress his jade back. Ran Hongxia was suddenly awakened, and instinctively folded her hands in her chest and curled up; the ostentatious light saw that it was him, squinting her misty starry eyes, as if she wanted to look into his eyes, and for a moment, her pale pretty face forced a hint of tired smile, as if she was relieved, and said in a low voice: You... are fine, it's so good.
I...I'll take a break first and then...I'll talk to you.I wanted to move my body, but when I moved my legs, my heart hurt a lot. I frowned and my face turned pale, and my eyes closed and I didn't move slightly.
Geng Zhao didn't know what to say, and she lowered her head and trembled slightly, her nails almost pierced into her palm.He lay down gently, keeping the sound of sounds sounded, and intimidated her, hugging Ran Hongxia from behind, as if she would fly away if she didn't do this.
It's me wrong.He gritted his teeth and lowered his mouth, resisted the warmth and sourness in his nose, forced himself not to think about the grievances and pains she suffered, and focused on warming her with body temperature.I... won't do this again.Don't be afraid of me, okay?
The cold body in his arms moved.Hong'er's body has always been very hot, which made him unable to help but wonder: Are girls always stained with cold? Why wouldn't they be so hot when they pick them up?How many cold sweat does it take to make her hot jade body so warm?
Geng Zhao hugged her tremblingly, preventing the knife-cut mood from leaking a trace, but the slight movement in her arms did not stop.She moved her sore body and slowly turned around. She no longer had the strength to raise her neck, and just snuggled her head between his neck.
You are my man, and I will never be afraid of you.She closed her eyes, as if she was resisting the growing drowsiness, and said lightly:
So... don't be angry with yourself anymore, okay?
Geng Zhao opened her eyes wide and looked at the winding stone wall of the underground palace ahead. The warmth at the corners of her eyes was uncontrollably gushing out, flowing through the bridge of her nose, and sliding down toward the other cheek.He carefully hugged her tightly, leaning his chin against Yiren's warm and fragrant hair, and snuggling in his arms as if dyed red glow relaxed, and soon he felt even and fine.
good.
They slept very long this time.Two days later, Ran Hongxia slowly got up, her steps were slightly larger, and her abdomen felt a little painful, as stuffy as the occasional discomfort when Gui water was about to come.Her menstruation was only shortly before the Conference on the Dharma, and she could not come back at this time; after all, she was the lover who was too troublesome.
Such a body could not swim through the waterfall and the dyed red clouds stayed in the underground palace to recuperate.Geng Zhao was in good care, and he picked fruits and fished every day, took her to the underground palace to deal with it, and fed her to the fullest.
The fire cannot be generated in the underground palace. Geng Zhao was afraid that the person's vitality would not recover and should not eat raw. He specially picked wild fruit juice, cut the fish with sharp stone slices, scraped the scales, picked the clean meat without thorns from the fish bones, divided it into long strips of fish sashimi, and repeatedly soaked it with fruit liquid.Soon, the fish will gradually turn from bright pink to turn into color, making it creamy white after burning.
The dyed red glow wrapped the fish sashimi with tender perilla leaves and served with unknown ripe sweet berries. It felt refreshing and sour and sweet in the mouth. It couldn't help but have a big appetite. After eating two fish, I felt satisfied and caressed my belly and smiled: I know you're eating very well, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful, so I don't even need firewood.Suddenly, he burped gently, quickly sat upright and closed his mouth, opening his beautiful eyes guiltily, trying to pretend to be stupid but unable to explain to himself. The two of them looked at you, looked at me, and were silent for a moment before laughing together.
No...no laugh at me!Ran Hongxia blushed her cheeks, and she looked like a sister, and reached out to hit him gently, but she felt embarrassed and quickly changed the subject.It's because you cooked it so delicious that you accidentally ate a lot.How did this fish...get it?
Geng Zhao didn't dare to make fun of him. He stopped when he saw it, picked up a yellow-skinned wild fruit the size of a palm and long oval.
This is called citron, which is similar to citrus, but has a more sour taste and has a unique aroma, also called citron.Citrons originally only grew in the wilderness in the south. It is said that people transplanted wild citrons into orchards and cultivated them repeatedly to create the current citrus orange pomelo.
The juice of citron can make fish and shrimp mature by themselves, just like boiled in water, but it has no effect on animal meat such as pigs, cattle, sheep and other animals.When I was a child, I played with people in the village and caught fish, shrimps and crabs. My sister prepared it like this, and then sprinkled some coarse salt, sour slurry, coriander, etc. to ward off the fishy smell and wake up the spleen. It was the most appetizing in midsummer.After a pause, he said:
But in our village, we use golden oranges.The golden orange is small and sour, and the taste is very good. The wild citron is about the same size as the golden orange, but the skin is thick and it has a thorny astringent smell. It is better for the golden orange.
After smelling the dyed red glow, a strong fragrance oozing on the thick oily skin, which is very similar to the stained fish sashimi, but it has a fresh stimulation, similar to fruits such as citrus oranges.I have only eaten oranges and have never seen this kind of citron. I don’t expect that Donghai will also produce it.
Geng Zhao said seriously: I have never been to other places in the East China Sea, but I can occasionally see it on Zhucheng Mountain and the outskirts of Yuepu City. It is as solid as the golden orange, not as big as the valley, and the taste is even more unsatisfactory.The citron here is probably more delicious than tangerine, so it’s okay to eat raw.Cut open the thick yellow skin and peel the full juice of her.
Ran Hongxia immediately understood and whispered: The Tower of the Sky, the Dragon Emperor's Palace.
Geng Zhao nodded.
During his resting period, he was bored and gave Ran Hongxia what he had experienced and wanted to tell him what he had experienced.The matter of the ling girl was taken over by a hasty story, and only the reasons for the beginning and end were discussed.Ran Hongxia Bingxue is smart. Compared with her lover's sudden violent behavior, she can guess what Xuan Lin did. She has no intention of blame for Geng Zhaoben. The two of them are tacit, so there is no need to investigate the details.
They were also exposed to water essence, but what they saw was very different:
According to Ran Hongxia's self-report, she had only images in the water essence, and she did not even hear the sound. The range, height and position of the vision had not changed. She did not feel the feeling of running into another person's body as Geng Zhao said. She said that the immortal body and unparalleled power, the true dragon's breath that turned into ashes, the white tower of Wuliang penetrated into black haze, and the Buddhist teachings that Xuanlin made up, and the Heavenly Buddha messenger who looked like words and deeds were filled with inhuman breath... etc., they just frowned and listened quietly, neither asking questions nor saying anything.
Geng Zhao suddenly stopped as he spoke and smiled bitterly.
...I know this sounds like nonsense.
Ran Hongxia frowned in a stern voice, but did not touch it. After a moment, the police came over and said softly: I believe whatever you say.
I will only say this again this time, I will come next time, I will be angry!He shook his head unconsciously and said seriously:
Because it is incredible, people who can make up these things will definitely be crazy; if you say that they are dreaming during the day, they are too organized but too clear.You are neither crazy nor dreaming. You can only say that you have really seen or heard something. Those have existed before. As for whether the discussion is true or false, or whether it is fabricated, you must further find clues and do not make a conclusion at all.
(She believes in me, but can't believe what is seen in the illusion is true.)
Only then did Geng Zhao realize how careless he was.Shuiyue Dingxuan is also a Buddha's vein. Ran Hongxia has read scriptures since she was a child and has been influenced by her. Now she suddenly tells her: all Buddhist sayings are false, and it is the random fabrication of the arrogant and scoundrel villain in the illusion. It is unacceptable.
The residents of Longkou Village, Gengzhao's hometown, mostly had Zhongxing Army. These foreign tourists from all over the East China Sea have a greater belief in the Buddha of Heaven than the locals in the East China Sea who are mixed with the worship of the Dragon God. Gengzhao can deeply understand her resistance and loss.
I kept thinking... He hesitated for a moment, and finally said his heart to Ran Hongxia.Regardless of the origin of Buddhism, after a hundred and thousands of years of evolution, countless wise monks and masters have been involved in it, trying to eliminate all the demonic troubles in the world. The supreme wisdom here is not something that the people who established the church group could have summarized.It is actually not important to establish the sect for whom and why.
Ran Hongxia was stunned, looked back at him with gratitude, and smiled and nodded.Do this.Both of them are realistic and realistic. At this point, they have no grudges, so they open their minds and have no scruples. They have had a little spare time in the past two days and talk about things in the illusion.
The Sanqi Valley is not only the place where the tower of the sky is located, but also the palace of the Dragon Emperor. After Xuanlin conquered the Fengling Kingdom, he moved his remnants to the imperial capital. Even the Fengling Holy Tree and Building Wood could be forcibly renamed Qinglong Wood, allowing the tribes in the south to cut wood to build palaces for the scale tribes to build palaces; what's the difficulty of moving the unique citron in the south to embellish the palace?
The Dragon Emperor is the most advanced tribute.The citron transplanted from Sanqi Valley was a strange species from the south a thousand years ago, so that it could produce such huge and juicy fruits, which is different from other places.
From ancient times to the present, Nanling has never been conquered by the imperial power of the Central Plains.If the Dragon Emperor Xuanlin, who was in the mythical era, might have led the army of the Nine Abyss to cross the natural dangerous Jiuwei Mountain of Qingqiu Kingdom and incorporated the southern border into its territory.The orange-yellow pulp in Ran Hongxia's hand that could not be dripped with juice was not evidence, but it faintly supported the bold inference of the emperor who had conquered the entire territory of the ancient emperor, except for the Dragon Emperor Xuan Scale, Geng Zhao could not think of anyone else's palace.
With a little mention of it, Ran Hongxia also thought of something.
What exactly is the thing Xuan Lin wants to do?
She wrapped her breasts with one hand, and gently pinched her chin with the other hand, frowned slightly.This is her habitual movement when she thinks.Zhaoling Girl said that it was a terrible situation that was so serious that it could destroy the land of Dongzhou. It was said that it was a war. Legend has it that Xuanlin fought for years and conquered all directions. He had created enough wars. Does he need help from others?
Or...a natural disaster or epidemic?
Geng Zhao shook his head, but it was difficult to explain the reasons for disagreement.
He had become Xuan Lin for a brief moment, which made him feel that Xuan Lin was not a person who enjoyed watching others suffer.The pain he exerted to Lingnu was very cruel because Lingnu deceived him; although he issued an imperial edict to kill the Yi Fengling clan, he had given more than once a chance during this period. Even if Lingnu was unwilling to recommend the dragon bed, as long as he asked for a plead and gave him a step, Xuan Lin might not really want to kill someone.
According to Xuan Lin, he had been relying on the help of Buddha and had an immortal body and unparalleled power, and had been relying on it for more than a hundred and fifty years.Assuming that Xuan Lin cooperated with the Heavenly Buddha Messenger at Geng Zhao's age, he would be nearly 170 years old, which is still a number beyond common sense.Geng Zhao didn't know what it felt like to live for nearly two hundred years, but to find clues from Xuan Lin's mood, the first thing he thought of was "Yingyang".
Xuanlin's heart was filled with bleakness.It’s not the kind of self-pity or self-pity, but the reaction to most things is indifferent and feels boring in everything in front of you.
The disappointment of betrayal in the vicious world, the excitement of revealing the plan of the magistrate girl... are all small stones thrown in this boundless quiet sea, even the slightest ripples of stagnant water are precious.Xuan Lin's emotions either remained motionless, and whenever there were ups and downs, they were crazy, sad and ecstatic. Geng Zhao even guessed that this was the way Xuan Lin used to maintain inner vitality, just like his frivolous and slutty when facing the Buddhist envoy.
But these responses are still not enough to maintain an aging and tired soul.
So Xuanlin needs that thing.
He needed such strong expectations and desires to continue his immortal imperial path.
Ling Nu mentioned that he used the Dragon Breath Technique to maintain immortality. Geng Zhao remembered that it was an alias for the Dafa of taking over the body. The unparalleled power of Xuanlin may come from the foreign object embedded in the navel. It reminds people of the Hualizhu, which is just more powerful and more stable than Geng Zhao's navel. It really lives up to the name of Wushuang.
But what Geng Zhao was most concerned about was not these, but the passage that he was eager to leave and could not finish listening.Xuanlin asked the invincible warrior from the messenger of the Heavenly Buddha: the Dragon Emperor who did not believe in humans wanted to hand over the sacred task of protecting the throne to swords, so that intelligent weapons would be used to manipulate the swords and demon swords.Ran Hongxia murmured: It sounds...it's really similar!Judging from the results, the messenger of the Heavenly Buddha finally did it, fulfilling his wish for Xuanlin, and having the strongest and most loyal warrior, no longer has to win over the hearts of the people.But, is there really such a thing in the world?Giving the souls of weapons made of steel so that they can control the people they hold... Can such strange and strange things really be done?
Geng Zhao looked serious and held his arms without saying a word.Ran Hongxiayuan could not control her confusion and sighed naturally, not really looking forward to getting an answer from him. Unexpectedly, Geng Zhao raised her head and replied seriously: It is hard to say whether it can be done or not. After all, if everything in this valley was not experienced by us personally, others would probably be unable to persuade others.But when I saw the Buddha envoy responding to the Dragon Emperor's request, there was something strange about it.
What a strange thing?
Um.Geng Zhao said seriously: For example, if we say the immortal body, in fact, it is to practice horizontal practice such as the golden bell cover and iron cloth shirt. At most, it is to cultivate both the inside and the outside and reach the realm of transformation, and the fist, palm, sword, and sword are difficult to be injured. To put it mysteriously, it is to take the golden elixir and ascend to the feathers, and from then on, it will never die, escape from the six realms of reincarnation, and the body is as clear as glass inside and outside.
This master didn't know where to practice, and he sounded so clever.Ran Hongxia smiled with her lips pursed.
Geng Zhao smiled slightly, afraid that his thoughts would not be interrupted, and continued: But the way the Buddha envoy responded to this wish was to get him a strong body and let him change it; if this body was broken, then change it.
If I wish God an immortal body, but I get such a result, I am afraid I won’t be able to laugh.
Ran Hongxia thought, put away her giggling expression, and chewed his words carefully.
The power of unparalleled is the same.What the Buddha sent to Xuanlin was not to improve his own abilities, but to embed a thing like a transformed pearl in the navel, thereby providing endless power.Although the skills of the Buddhist envoy are magical, their thinking methods are very practical. They are different ways to literally meet the requirements of Xuanlin, and there is always a subtle difference from the expectations.
Such results show that there are two possibilities.
...He was afraid of Xuanlin, so he retained his skills?Ran Hongxia's tone was not convinced by her own.
There are simpler answers.Geng Zhao smiled and said: The Buddhist envoy is not omnipotent. Although his craftsmanship is better than other people of his contemporaries, he still cannot meet the willful requirements of an arrogant person.He is not a god, but a brilliant craftsman who is beyond imagination.
For example, the works of the Saint-Saint-People's Palace are simply amazing to me, but that's just that my skills are not as good as his, not the magical power of the Palace.Once the mechanism is disassembled, any craftsman must be able to analyze and understand the logic and make it clear at a little.The way that the messenger of the Heavenly Buddha handled Xuanlin's prayers was full of craftsmanship. To be honest, I was not afraid of you making jokes. I really felt a little intimate.
Ran Hongxia said: If he meets you instead of Xuanlin, I don’t know how happy he will be.At least you can understand human words, which is much easier to deal with than Xuanlin.
Geng Zhao also smiled and said for a while: Thanks to the Buddha's envoy, although I still don't understand why, but I am a little bit surprised.Ran Hongxia didn't know what he was referring to, but when she remembered the last interruption of the topic before the two started joking, she couldn't help but feel shocked:
Demon Sword?
Um.Geng Zhao stretched out his index finger with his left hand, held it with his right hand, and put his hands together, signaling:
The transformation of the Demon Sword is formed by the combination of the Demon Sword itself and the sword corpse. Whether it is the disaster of Shuiyue Dianxuan or the dirt in the wind and fire series dock, it is all caused by the combination of human and swords. In Liuying City, Yun Shangstairs, although Tianli killed two people by himself, it happened when moving the knife seat. If it is explained purely by the mechanism, it is reasonable.
People have always been influenced by the legend of the demon sword thirty years ago. It is believed that the demon evil spirits are in trouble in the sword. The sword holder is controlled by the demon sword, which makes the woodcutter who does not understand martial arts suddenly bear martial arts skills. The weak Mr. Cui rushed into the main hall of the largest gang in the East China Sea, as if he was in a no-man's realm.This statement is absurd, but it has the support of senior Qin Demon, Lao Taicheng Xiao, and your master, Master Du, and other senior scholars. They have experienced it personally or are respectful to the martial arts world. They pour copper and cast iron into the legends one by one, making it deeply rooted in people's hearts and become more unshakable.As he said that, he had his hands split and spread them in front of Ran Hongxia.
Let's look at the two separately.If the knife is fine, it is just a sharper and harder one, it is a top blade device. At most, it is a poisonous one, or it is hidden in some mechanical springs, which can use the power of rebound to kill the two men who lifted the knife seats in front and behind.From this perspective, who is the one who really ravaged the Shuiyue Dianxuan and the Fenghuo Singwu?
Ran Hongxia suddenly felt relieved and said loudly: It’s a corpse!Just thinking about it is wrong:
Then He A-san was born and raised by the Broken Heart Lake. He was here to learn the arts by himself, and his wealth and background were all in doubt.I have seen him many times, but I really don't understand martial arts...
If you knew me two years ago, I'm afraid it would be another Ho A-san.Geng Zhao pointed to his belly button.Mr. Cui Yanyue also doesn’t understand martial arts either. Once the essence of Fire Yuan is embedded, the situation will be different.Don’t you think the situation between Mr. Cui and me sounds familiar?
Ran Hongxia remembered Xuanlin's unparalleled power. This kind of magic that uses implants to give people strength has existed since the era of Xuanlin, and it is not unbelievable to have been passed down to this day. You said that your junior sister, Miss Bihu, is not very good at martial arts, but her light skills are very good. She can catch up with the carriage when she is possessed by a demon sword. It should be because of the increase in her original ability, rather than gaining it out of thin air. I guess He A-san is also known for his strength, right? It is much easier to use hands and feet on people than to control their hearts with a knife.
He A-san was born with a tall and powerful horse, and was diligent and simple. Among the several families who used to support firewood and help with chores in the public hall, they were famous for their strength.Ran Hongxia was frightened by his inference and was speechless for a moment.
If Ailang's analysis is true, the series of changes faced by the East China Martial Arts World recently are not caused by ghosts and gods, but by carefully designed conspiracy.The planner was hidden behind the scenes, so he set up a suspicion array and extended his clutches to the seven major sects in the East China Sea. The goal must be amazing.
According to the clues currently known, in order to create the illusion of the demon sword, the sword corpse must have two requirements: one is the overwhelming power that comes suddenly, and the other is the heartless crazy Bihu, Mu Yunse, Cui Yanyue, and even Geng Zhao, whom he cannot detect but can be manipulated by the conspirators, were all possessed by the demon sword. He had no memory afterwards, and could not remember when he was tampered with... How was this done?What else in the world is the demon who possesses such a terrifying magic that they cannot do?
A chill climbed up the back of the dyed red cloud.I don’t know how the true energy of Tianfu in my body came from.Such ignorant and unconscious mutated techniques are so similar to those of the sword corpse. Will it be... a sign of being controlled?Although he couldn't sit upright, his pretty face was condensed and he said solemnly: If I start crazy too, don't let me hurt you.
I will never blame you for doing whatever you should do.
Geng Zhao held her hand and comforted her: Senior Silkworm is just kidding and will not harm you.The Tianfu magic skill of Sangmuyin seems to be in line with the magic art of the priest of the Heavenly Tower. Both can activate the magic artifacts made by the Buddha envoy, and are of extraordinary relationship; the temperament and appearance of Lingnu is even somewhat similar to that of the silkworm girl.If you can tell your seniors what you saw in the illusion and connect the inheritance of Xiaoming Island, maybe the conspirator will reveal his secret!
Ran Hongxia thought so.The more advanced the martial arts skills, the more they rely on a meticulous and effective inheritance system, they can continue.
The Jade Dragon Divine Kingdom, which dominated the earth, is still separated from the Jade Dragon Dynasty in the True History by the five emperors of the Scal clan and the co-governance of the East China Sea sects. The timing is vague and difficult to test, and the records are even more vague.The calculation of Emperor Shao Teng, who finally mixed the tribes of the East China Sea and promoted the establishment of imperial power in the central government, has been more than 1,800 years.
Geng Zhao didn't read much, and his understanding of history books all came from street talks and gossip of elders. For him, the mythological era that Xuanlin was active was enough to include in the word "thousand years".Ran Hongxia was born in a general and liked to read military books on war history, but she knew that the span between them was much more than that. If she could control the magical art of the Buddha's magical artifact and the secret art of swords and corpse manipulating the consciousness of the human mind, they were all passed down from the Xuanlin at that time. There must be an extremely precise vein system in it, which can only be reproduced in this life nearly two thousand years later.
When Geng Zhao saw that she was silent for a long time, she thought that the knot in her heart was not resolved, so she deliberately teased her with a saliva: ... Besides, the net of heaven is vast and sparse but not leaks. The person who arranged the demon sword has done all the calculations, which is considered meticulous, but she missed a living evidence. If she could get out of the valley, this would be a move to expose the demon sword's conspiracy.
Is there any evidence that can be divided into life or death?
Ran Hongxia came to her senses and was amused by him. She felt a little relaxed and couldn't help but reach out and push him gently.Don't pretend to be a god!Tell me quickly, what is the evidence?
We can't say evidence, it should be a flaw... No, how can there be such a good-looking flaw in the world?This breaks
The handwriting is too rude, but if you want to talk about Meihuan, it seems a bit inappropriate... Geng Zhao talked about herself for a long time, Ran Hongxia was angry and funny, and she wanted to be stern and couldn't help laughing: What Meihuan?Where do you get these messy things!I don't know who I've learned bad things from.She sighed and reached out to twist his ears.
I'll keep it for you first.When will I say it, when will I pay you back?She often uses this trick when dealing with junior sisters who are not focused on listening in the door, and it is very effective every time.
Just... it's you, Hong'er.Geng Zhao didn't dare to dodge, and grinned with his head.
Hong'er?Ran Hongxia asked with a smile: Who is it?Don't know Ah!
Hong...Sister Hong.Geng Zhao felt that the entire vision was almost overwhelming, and she was a little dizzy when she saw anything. She quickly diverted her attention so that she could get her ears back.The person who arranged the conspiracy made a mistake and left a blind spot, which was enough to point out that the demon soul was just a cover, and his hands and feet should be moved on the body of the sword...that is you, Sister Hong.
You are the biggest flaw in this seemingly seamless conspiracy!
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Yong'an Lane by Zhuquehang, Yuepu City Post Station, which is temporarily renamed the General's Pavilion in Zhendong, stands quietly in the night.
A few days have passed since the incident on Mount Alan ended, but the matter is far from over.
Two words.More than 200 mobs seized by Yu Lianjue Temple died suddenly after eating the imperial porridge given by the Queen. After investigation by the coroner, it was confirmed that they were poisoned and killed, which was a huge uproar.
This incident made the originally unfavorable relationship between the Empress and General Zhendong even more sinister.Although the sauer was given by the Empress, the person in charge of the East China Sea Authority Chi Fengjun; if such a big thing happens, it is impossible to say that you are asking questions, so you must ask questions too.Unexpectedly, when he got down to Alan Mountain, Chi Fengjun disappeared, as if he had dispersed with the weather. It was rumored in the market that it was held in the hands of the general. The Qifeng Pavilion came to call people again and again, but it was only boring.Everyone was waiting for the Queen to be angry and turn against her, and how should Murong deal with it? All the people with good deeds were eager, and all the knowledgeable people were worried.
There is more than one trouble.
The lotus platform collapsed, and General Zhendong's beloved general and General Zhenbei's daughter buried under him. In the past few days, Murong Rou recruited civilians and transferred troops from Gucheng camp to support him. He dug up overnight and transported as many as 60% of the wolves that could not be seen. The good news was that the two were still in the remains of the two, and they only found a pair of swords and swords. The bad news was that there were 30% or 40% of the broken walls, and two fragmented corpses could still be buried. At least two more days were required to determine the life and death of the two.
It is said that Geng Dianwei's relatives, as well as the female heroes under the head of Shuiyue Dingxuan and Xu Dai, could not eat or sleep, and insisted on not leaving at Lianjue Temple, for fear that they would have to wait for the excavation to come to an end before they could give up. I don’t know how Murong will report this matter, but before he could write a memorial to enter Beijing, the news had already spread along the second route of the water and land to the northern pass of Yangtu.
The general Ran Cangqun, the Zhenbei general, politely refused to attend the law conference on the grounds that the border defense was in trouble and should not leave without permission. He neither sent an envoy nor gave gold and silver in the name of adding sesame oil. He asked him not to be favored by the horse. The bad news would take a few days later to arrive at Sheping Mansion.If the envoy of General Zhenbei brought a congratulatory gift here and released a carrier pigeon on the day of the incident, most of the indictment leaders of Beiguan Road were ready to go and come to Murong Rou to ask for an explanation.
Some people refuse to leave at Lianjue Temple, and some people still cannot be free after leaving.The distinguished guests from the Law Conference went down to Alan Mountain and returned to Yuepu for a while. Before he could recover, the military men from Gucheng camp came to the inn and hotels and ancient temples. The name was that the general had an order, for fear that the mobs outside the city would cause trouble and endanger the safety of the distinguished guests. To put it bluntly, it was restricted from entering and leaving. Before the matter was revealed, everyone was suspicious and could not leave, so he would be honest with the general. Any ungrateful wolf wanted to smuggle and break through, most of them were guilty. He would take the general down first and then investigate it.
Murong Rou himself is the most famous cruel official on the land of Dongzhou. The only person under his command is the talent for interrogation and spying.A large number of rigorously trained hiding, constitutional, procuratorate, etc. came to the door at night, and politely sought to meet noble people. No matter how noble the status is or how prominent the title is, after these hawks and dogs bid farewell, they were all sweating profusely and their faces turned pale.Conservatively, more than 70% of the guests on the list are stranded in Yuepu City and they dare not go anywhere.
He pretended to let someone down the mountain first, and then detained him in the city. What he wanted to avoid was the Queen's intervention.Murong Rou didn't think of covering up this matter, but just dealing with it on the surface. The news was sent back to Qifeng Pavilion from various channels. The Empress hadn't said anything yet. It is said that Lord Ren of Jinwu Guard sneered constantly and wanted to raise an army to question him.
In short, the calm inside and outside Yuepu these days is so exciting that it is as if a heavy rain is approaching.
Report!Since the beginning of the main entrance of the inn, the doors of all sizes and doors along the way were thumping, and a yamen man dressed as a feathered rider rolled off his saddle and shouted straight into several yards from outside the gate.Murong Rou just fell down with her and had a short rest. After receiving the notice, she got up and entered the hall almost at the same time as the visitor.
Don't panic.Murong Rou looked at him and said lightly: What's wrong with the Chengyin Yamen?
Since Liang Zi and his son were imprisoned, Murong Rou took over the Yin Ya in Yuepu, and all the big and small matters were reported to the inn and the general decided to seize them.The yamen was the night-time official today. He rode his horse all the way. His mind was blank. When the general responded so lightly, he suddenly calmed down and swallowed and said: Yes...yes, the general was so proud.Not long after the Xu hour tonight, a fire suddenly broke out when the yamen came in. The villain... When the villain came out, the water dragon had arrived and was rescued.
Is the fire rising near the prison?
The official was stunned.People say that General Zhendong has the skills of reading minds, but it turns out that it is not fake!He was so scared that he quickly forgot all the words he had cursed the general, and praised him for his wise and magical martial arts and his mirror was hanging high, and he kowtowed like pounding garlic.Then that's OK.Murong Leng said: If you really want to rob the prison, you will not set fire outside the prison. You can’t even get in if the wind blows out. You will die on the left and right.Go back!
It’s... the villain obeys the order, the villain obeys the order!
Shi Junyu, who was attending the general, was still worried and whispered: If you are worried, I will send another team of soldiers to take a look.Murong shook his head: No need, send someone over, it’s not like it.We're here to stay.Shi Junyu was shocked when he heard this, and suddenly he saw a red light outside the hall and a chaotic crowd in the courtyard, and said loudly:
Stop!What's going on outside?Noisy, how can it be?
The summoned manager hurriedly replied: Mr. Qi Bing, General Qi Bing... It seems that there is a fire in Li Yuanwailang's mansion next door, and the wind is blowing to the west, burning to us!Next door to the inn is the mansion of a local gentry who was resigned by the Ministry of Personnel. Most of the famous gardens are nearby. There are water dragons in the yard. Soon, the alarm bells will be made, and the brothers will arrive immediately.
Look, isn't this coming?Murong Rou smiled faintly, her expression not surprising.
Shi Junyu's expression was calm and exchanged glances with He Yaozi beside him. He did not dare to leave the general without a single step. He turned around and said in a deep voice: I'm leaving it to you, protect your wife!As soon as the curtain moved, Li Yuanzhi and Qi Diao Liren who were hidden behind him disappeared.
Deep in the tree cover in the courtyard, a masked night walker in black saw everything and praised the fire in Li Yuanwailang's house. He looked down at the entire inn. Except for the lobby where Murong was, there was only one place that no one snatched the door and rushed to put out the fire. He thought to himself:
...It's that!Taking advantage of the opportunity, he was wearing black clothes like ghosts, sliding along the way against the shadow of the wall and trees. He came to the house in a blink of an eye, lifted out the scabbard wrapped in a black cloth behind him, patted the guards, pushed the door silently and closed the door with his backhand, as if he was very familiar with the behavior of sneaking in the dark night, stepping through the door and other behaviors. Everything was instinct, without thinking.
There was no one else in the dark room, but the quilt on the couch was bulging, almost like an adult man lying in it.Hiding your mother Murong Rou, in the end, I’m just teaching me to touch her?Ye Xingke couldn't help but snorted, swung his sword sheath, and casually hooked a round pier under the octagonal table, took off his cover and put it in his arms, and smiled:
Lord Fusi, I'm here to pick you up!Should you follow me obediently, or would you let me carry it out like a roast pig?
Suddenly, the fire shone in the sky, and the six bright fans on the front bumped away. He Yaozi led a large number of soldiers into the sky, followed by Murong Rou, who was protected by Shi Junyu; on three high walls outside, a series of sharp arrows reflected the flames, and they all faced the house. Luo Ye, who was commanding the inspection camp, was catching the people with an eagle's eyes. Even if the left and right were empty, his arrows would be able to shoot through his shins and capture this person alive.
Being trapped!Ye Xingke had no way to escape, and had a sudden inspiration to cover his face with his arms, turned around and pounced on the bulging quilt, and said in a deep voice: Those who blocked my way are the ones who killed Chi Fengjun!
Suddenly, the quilt flew up, and a trained sword light cut through the wind, cutting through the face of the night passengers!He could not avoid it, and blocked the sword with a sheath, clang!He was shaken back and fell to the ground by the powerful sword. The person in the middle was bright in skin, his hair was as hard as a lion's mane, dressed in a rogue, and held a rough knife board like a raw stone in his hand, and said with a smile: It's a pity that I am not Lord Chi... Huh?It was Feng Huang, the second disciple of Semu Daohou.
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stared at the sight of a ghost, a sentence that you repeated several times but could not make up.
He was not the only one who was surprised.Everyone present was shocked, and even Murong couldn't help frowning.Shi Junyu saw the general’s thoughts and folded the fan in his hand. Swish!He closed his mouth quickly, and asked loudly:
Jinwulang!You didn't protect the Empress in Qifeng Pavilion, but you sneaked into this place to set fire to abduct people!What is the reason for this?
The wind helped the fire, and it was out of control. Even if the water dragon was rescued, it still burned over the high wall and faintly showed the potential to move backwards.The yamen workers who were originally leaning against the water and fire sticks and pointing at the fun, and they were just watching the fun were still a little confused. Their faces, which were shining with fire, suddenly became quiet.
Suddenly, an old official walked out of the cave door, his footsteps were heard quickly. When he saw everyone standing there, he cursed: Why are you still here?Go and put out the fire!Several yamen servants looked at each other, and one of them said: It’s not that we refuse to go, but it’s because the superiors have told me that no matter what happens, they are not allowed to leave...
The old man said coldly: OK, don’t leave, if you burn it to death later, you will have a companion, and the road to the underworld is not boring.
Seeing everyone looking at me and I looked at you, they were clearly shaken. They threw the two empty wooden barrels in their hands over and said angrily: Go put out the fire quickly!Can the people in the house walk?Who can decide here!He was burned to death with a fire, and your whole family was invincible!A bunch of killing talents!
Only then did the yamen officers realize that the situation was serious.Since the general took over the Chengyin Yamen, the rules have been quite large and lighter than before.If the fire gets out of control and burns here, who can take the responsibility for the removal of prisoners?Move or not, the left and right is dead!He quickly snatched the wooden barrel and rushed to the fire. He pulled people along the way, for fear that fewer people would work, so the fire would burn into the yard.
People walked cleanly in a blink of an eye.The old man saw clearly, suddenly straightened his back, took off the feather hat on the top of his head, and put on a black scarf covering the back of his head.
Murong Rou is best at defending.Defensive people have to face a military force that is several times higher than their own. There is no room for roundabout advancement and bargaining. The only thing they can do is to defend, and there is no target that can be changed manually.People who are good at defending have a very strong fighting will. They are often more tenacious and better at fighting, and are more courageous than those who are good at attacking. They are never willing to be lonely. The negative feeling of defense gives people is simply contrary to the two realms of no intersection.
Negative people can't hold on to anything.Those who are good at keeping must be extremely positive in nature.
The old man noticed Murong's active command style since he was a teenager. Before the world discovered its light, he had already seen his unique and outstanding potential; the time he was watching him, analyzing him, and even expecting him was far beyond the imagination of General Zhendong himself.The tactics Murong Ai used, the tricks he often played, and the bad habits that he might not even notice themselves were clear in the old man’s eyes, just like the formation record or grain report he presented back then, with clear structure, and nowhere to hide the strengths and weaknesses.
If Murong Rou is ambushing the heavy troops in the inn, Chi Fengjun will be hidden by him in the city yamen.After this fire broke out in the yamen and Murong stopped moving, the old man was sure that his judgment was correct.
He pushed open the door, crossed the high threshold, took out the bird-shaped facet from his arms, covered his face in the dark room without candlelight, and stood quietly in front of the bed like a ghost.Chi Fengjun closed his eyes and fell asleep. His pale face was thinner and sunken than before the Conference on the Dharma, like wax paper. At a glance, he knew that his internal injuries were heavy, and even his breathing was faint, which was particularly ethereal.
The only thing that has not deteriorated is probably keen intuition.
Chi Fengjun's eyebrows and eyes moved, and he slowly opened his eyes. The astonishment only stayed in his eyes for a short moment. The confusion that woke up from his sleep was fleeting. He lay still and saluted the old man with his eyes until the old man signaled him to speak.This means that it is safe here and there is no risk of leaking secrets.
...The next Honghu kowtowed to the Lord of Gushe and asked the Lord to punish him.
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In Xuanlin's memory, there was no pleasure of the stem of the pestle stem being tied with tender vaginal muscles, blunt tips as if they were struck by lightning. As he himself said, the immortal body had no feeling of peace with the sexual organs.Witnessing the beautiful nakedness of the Ling girl and hearing the numb screams outside her soul could even arouse Geng Zhao's desire, but when she inserted it, she unexpectedly felt dull.
It’s not that Ling Nu is not compact enough. On the contrary, Xuan Lin’s praise for her is definitely not a sarcasm. Among the women Geng Zhao has experienced, only the narrowness of the Xianzi, which is comparable to Hong'er’s strength.The girl of Ling has both strengths and her slender body has a powerful explosive power that matches her determination. If other men were afraid that they would be exhausted, they would be difficult to curb.
This is entirely caused by the problem of Xuanlin or the immortal body. The giant thing that was stroking by a rare beauty like the magistrate is like another arm that grew out of thin air, stretching freely and touching clearly, without any excitement.
Xuan Lin's excitement was not so much from the abuse of the Ling Girl, but rather from the painstaking arrangement step by step, and finally reached the peak when she completely destroyed her beliefs and hopes.Geng Zhao could not understand such pleasure, but it is undeniable that Xuan Lin's rough ravage and Ling Nu's tragic struggle did have some dark and strange and bleak beauty.
He gradually realized that he was pinching Ling Nu's narrow and white buttocks, and using his thick penis to shave and pierce the crying girl, both in the body and mind.
Under the premise that everything is just an illusion, the boy lets the darkness grow in his heart roam, and the lower abdomen perception, which should have been very dull, was supplemented by Xuan Lin's high excitement; the whole process of insulting the Ling Girl was extremely real, and the stacked pleasure was almost the same as the movements entering and leaving the female body. At the moment when Xuan Lin erupted, the boy's eyes turned white again, and his senses were blocked by the surging beauty, no less than when Xuan Lin used force or killed people.
The blocked blankness grew unusually, and Geng Zhao was enough to re-aware of his existence in the void. Suddenly, the concept of time was restored and he began to feel that it was not good.Although the operation of the water essence is unknown, it is inferred by reason that once the Xuanlin's memory is blocked, Geng Zhao should return to reality. It is like a door that can be separated from inside and outside, either stepping out or staying in the door; even if it is briefly stepped on the threshold, it will eventually go in or exit.
Geng Zhao and Xuan Lin, reality and illusion are the two sides separated by the door of Water Essence.
When the memory of Xuanlin in the illusion was blocked, Geng Zhao did not return to reality. Because the time of the first two times occurred was extremely short, he had not had time to notice something strange, and then he continued to the various things in the illusion, which even ignored this key phenomenon.If inside and outside the door, there is not a door wall, but a long corridor that stretches endlessly to both sides without touching the head and tail?
Geng Zhao was shocked to realize how deadly such a blank was.
In the void, thoughts cannot be conveyed to the water essence. No matter how you ask questions in your heart, you will not get an answer or return to reality. Even the art of entering emptiness and stillness of the Dafa of taking over the body does not work, and you can't do anything.Will consciousness drifting into the void be harmful to the body?How long has it been in reality for such endless waiting?Hong'er... Do you know what's wrong with me?She didn't know how worried she would be about the quiet world, and thoughts would come one after another, as if she was falling into the world.At this moment, perception suddenly flowed back to my mind, what I saw in my eyes, what I heard in my ears, what I said in my mouth, what I smelled in my nose, even the cool and slippery finger touch of the moment when I twisted the snow neck of the Lingnu was like a thin rain curtain, mixed with some kind of heterogeneity, and could not be directly touched, and the feeling of withdrawal was particularly strong.
Geng Zhao suddenly understood: the blank space like he had just now was not completely harming his mind.
The reason why the first two blockades had little effect was that Xuan Lin used insignificant power. Once the perception was raised to the level of the psychic level, the consciousness could not bear the powerful feedback from the immortal body, which made the door between reality and illusion a arch into an endless corridor and could not continue to communicate with the water spirit.
If Xuan Lin uses his martial arts with all his strength, or has more intense sexual intercourse with other women, or even ecstasy and ecstasy, it may damage Geng Zhao's consciousness and make him drift in the sea of virtual consciousness forever and never return to reality again.
(No, you have to leave here as soon as possible!)
He didn't care that Xuan Lin and the Buddha envoy were talking about the critical point, Geng Zhao did not wait for his full consciousness to return, and kept repeating the thought of letting me leave in his heart. I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was a dizzy moment. Geng Zhao felt that he had returned to his familiar body. The feeling of overflowing power and endless stream suddenly disappeared, and even the center of gravity of the clear existence returned to a hazy ball; the only thing that remained unchanged was the comfortable after erupting, the comfortable after the eruption was full.
He endured the dizzy discomfort and wanted to rub his eyes with blurred vision. But when his thoughts moved, the feeling between his fingers and palms gradually revived. The tentacles were extremely elastic. A thin layer of sweat was evenly matched with a thin layer of sweat on his skin, which not only did not look sticky, but also made the skin smoother. The exquisite curved light could be read from the palm of his palm, which turned out to be a round and perky buttocks.
Could it be...I am still in the illusion!
In shock, his ears and eyes quickly regained consciousness. When he looked closely, he saw a undulating naked woman lying on the white jade altar, with her white and slender thighs. The pair of her eyes that were slightly bent were strong and strong, with her long calves and shins that were extremely attractive. The wonderful taste of holding it in her palm was so familiar to him, and she was definitely not comparable to a slender lady.
Hong'er!
Ran Hongxia seemed to have lost consciousness for the time being, her whole body was limp and covered in fine sweat. Her breasts, half-pressed between the floor and her arms, were undulating and swift, and she was tired and charming. It was vaguely visible that she fainted with a slight look of leaning back and buttocks and grounding hands and feet.The red and swollen vulva is like a ripe peach, with two tender and tender lips that cannot hold on to the open; the vagina, which has always been closed like a thread, not only has the door wide open, but the small holes in the flesh folds also have traces of external objects being opened, spitting out thin milky water.With the extraordinary compactness and strong muscle strength of Ran Hongxia, it can be seen that the inserted giant is very swollen, and how it is ravaged like a violent wind and rain without any pity.
Geng Zhao was confused and instinctively stretched out her fingers and scraped some slurry from the violently congested tender fat. The dyed red glow trembled slightly, and her body, which was quietly lying on the ground, seemed to be fresh again. Her buttocks could shrink and she pulled a bright liquid silk between her lover's fingertips and the jade clams.
Not only her vulva, but also her snow-white crotch and inner thighs were splashed with semen. The floor under her body, her curved waist and back...even the sweaty and thick ends were stained with a lot of semen.Geng Zhao is very familiar with this smell. Maybe he has to ejaculate several times in a row to get such a weight.The faint pain in the bottom of the abdomen proves the absurd idea that he is extremely reluctant to face.
When he re-examined Xuanlin's memory in the illusion, his body in reality did the same thing, but Xuanlin raped the priest and the maiden girl, but he did such a beastly act to Hong'er.The clothes on her body were separated by two pieces, while Geng Zhao's own was slid aside, which was also surprisingly similar to the illusion.
Thinking of Xuan Lin's terrifying power, Geng Zhao couldn't help but sweat.Fortunately, although the vagina of the dyed red cloud was ravaged and swollen and congested, it was like a blooming peony, but it was not as miserable as the Lingnu.
He was both shocked and ashamed, and was pity-loving, and couldn't help but reach out to caress his jade back. Ran Hongxia was suddenly awakened, and instinctively folded her hands in her chest and curled up; the ostentatious light saw that it was him, squinting her misty starry eyes, as if she wanted to look into his eyes, and for a moment, her pale pretty face forced a hint of tired smile, as if she was relieved, and said in a low voice: You... are fine, it's so good.
I...I'll take a break first and then...I'll talk to you.I wanted to move my body, but when I moved my legs, my heart hurt a lot. I frowned and my face turned pale, and my eyes closed and I didn't move slightly.
Geng Zhao didn't know what to say, and she lowered her head and trembled slightly, her nails almost pierced into her palm.He lay down gently, keeping the sound of sounds sounded, and intimidated her, hugging Ran Hongxia from behind, as if she would fly away if she didn't do this.
It's me wrong.He gritted his teeth and lowered his mouth, resisted the warmth and sourness in his nose, forced himself not to think about the grievances and pains she suffered, and focused on warming her with body temperature.I... won't do this again.Don't be afraid of me, okay?
The cold body in his arms moved.Hong'er's body has always been very hot, which made him unable to help but wonder: Are girls always stained with cold? Why wouldn't they be so hot when they pick them up?How many cold sweat does it take to make her hot jade body so warm?
Geng Zhao hugged her tremblingly, preventing the knife-cut mood from leaking a trace, but the slight movement in her arms did not stop.She moved her sore body and slowly turned around. She no longer had the strength to raise her neck, and just snuggled her head between his neck.
You are my man, and I will never be afraid of you.She closed her eyes, as if she was resisting the growing drowsiness, and said lightly:
So... don't be angry with yourself anymore, okay?
Geng Zhao opened her eyes wide and looked at the winding stone wall of the underground palace ahead. The warmth at the corners of her eyes was uncontrollably gushing out, flowing through the bridge of her nose, and sliding down toward the other cheek.He carefully hugged her tightly, leaning his chin against Yiren's warm and fragrant hair, and snuggling in his arms as if dyed red glow relaxed, and soon he felt even and fine.
good.
They slept very long this time.Two days later, Ran Hongxia slowly got up, her steps were slightly larger, and her abdomen felt a little painful, as stuffy as the occasional discomfort when Gui water was about to come.Her menstruation was only shortly before the Conference on the Dharma, and she could not come back at this time; after all, she was the lover who was too troublesome.
Such a body could not swim through the waterfall and the dyed red clouds stayed in the underground palace to recuperate.Geng Zhao was in good care, and he picked fruits and fished every day, took her to the underground palace to deal with it, and fed her to the fullest.
The fire cannot be generated in the underground palace. Geng Zhao was afraid that the person's vitality would not recover and should not eat raw. He specially picked wild fruit juice, cut the fish with sharp stone slices, scraped the scales, picked the clean meat without thorns from the fish bones, divided it into long strips of fish sashimi, and repeatedly soaked it with fruit liquid.Soon, the fish will gradually turn from bright pink to turn into color, making it creamy white after burning.
The dyed red glow wrapped the fish sashimi with tender perilla leaves and served with unknown ripe sweet berries. It felt refreshing and sour and sweet in the mouth. It couldn't help but have a big appetite. After eating two fish, I felt satisfied and caressed my belly and smiled: I know you're eating very well, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful, so I don't even need firewood.Suddenly, he burped gently, quickly sat upright and closed his mouth, opening his beautiful eyes guiltily, trying to pretend to be stupid but unable to explain to himself. The two of them looked at you, looked at me, and were silent for a moment before laughing together.
No...no laugh at me!Ran Hongxia blushed her cheeks, and she looked like a sister, and reached out to hit him gently, but she felt embarrassed and quickly changed the subject.It's because you cooked it so delicious that you accidentally ate a lot.How did this fish...get it?
Geng Zhao didn't dare to make fun of him. He stopped when he saw it, picked up a yellow-skinned wild fruit the size of a palm and long oval.
This is called citron, which is similar to citrus, but has a more sour taste and has a unique aroma, also called citron.Citrons originally only grew in the wilderness in the south. It is said that people transplanted wild citrons into orchards and cultivated them repeatedly to create the current citrus orange pomelo.
The juice of citron can make fish and shrimp mature by themselves, just like boiled in water, but it has no effect on animal meat such as pigs, cattle, sheep and other animals.When I was a child, I played with people in the village and caught fish, shrimps and crabs. My sister prepared it like this, and then sprinkled some coarse salt, sour slurry, coriander, etc. to ward off the fishy smell and wake up the spleen. It was the most appetizing in midsummer.After a pause, he said:
But in our village, we use golden oranges.The golden orange is small and sour, and the taste is very good. The wild citron is about the same size as the golden orange, but the skin is thick and it has a thorny astringent smell. It is better for the golden orange.
After smelling the dyed red glow, a strong fragrance oozing on the thick oily skin, which is very similar to the stained fish sashimi, but it has a fresh stimulation, similar to fruits such as citrus oranges.I have only eaten oranges and have never seen this kind of citron. I don’t expect that Donghai will also produce it.
Geng Zhao said seriously: I have never been to other places in the East China Sea, but I can occasionally see it on Zhucheng Mountain and the outskirts of Yuepu City. It is as solid as the golden orange, not as big as the valley, and the taste is even more unsatisfactory.The citron here is probably more delicious than tangerine, so it’s okay to eat raw.Cut open the thick yellow skin and peel the full juice of her.
Ran Hongxia immediately understood and whispered: The Tower of the Sky, the Dragon Emperor's Palace.
Geng Zhao nodded.
During his resting period, he was bored and gave Ran Hongxia what he had experienced and wanted to tell him what he had experienced.The matter of the ling girl was taken over by a hasty story, and only the reasons for the beginning and end were discussed.Ran Hongxia Bingxue is smart. Compared with her lover's sudden violent behavior, she can guess what Xuan Lin did. She has no intention of blame for Geng Zhaoben. The two of them are tacit, so there is no need to investigate the details.
They were also exposed to water essence, but what they saw was very different:
According to Ran Hongxia's self-report, she had only images in the water essence, and she did not even hear the sound. The range, height and position of the vision had not changed. She did not feel the feeling of running into another person's body as Geng Zhao said. She said that the immortal body and unparalleled power, the true dragon's breath that turned into ashes, the white tower of Wuliang penetrated into black haze, and the Buddhist teachings that Xuanlin made up, and the Heavenly Buddha messenger who looked like words and deeds were filled with inhuman breath... etc., they just frowned and listened quietly, neither asking questions nor saying anything.
Geng Zhao suddenly stopped as he spoke and smiled bitterly.
...I know this sounds like nonsense.
Ran Hongxia frowned in a stern voice, but did not touch it. After a moment, the police came over and said softly: I believe whatever you say.
I will only say this again this time, I will come next time, I will be angry!He shook his head unconsciously and said seriously:
Because it is incredible, people who can make up these things will definitely be crazy; if you say that they are dreaming during the day, they are too organized but too clear.You are neither crazy nor dreaming. You can only say that you have really seen or heard something. Those have existed before. As for whether the discussion is true or false, or whether it is fabricated, you must further find clues and do not make a conclusion at all.
(She believes in me, but can't believe what is seen in the illusion is true.)
Only then did Geng Zhao realize how careless he was.Shuiyue Dingxuan is also a Buddha's vein. Ran Hongxia has read scriptures since she was a child and has been influenced by her. Now she suddenly tells her: all Buddhist sayings are false, and it is the random fabrication of the arrogant and scoundrel villain in the illusion. It is unacceptable.
The residents of Longkou Village, Gengzhao's hometown, mostly had Zhongxing Army. These foreign tourists from all over the East China Sea have a greater belief in the Buddha of Heaven than the locals in the East China Sea who are mixed with the worship of the Dragon God. Gengzhao can deeply understand her resistance and loss.
I kept thinking... He hesitated for a moment, and finally said his heart to Ran Hongxia.Regardless of the origin of Buddhism, after a hundred and thousands of years of evolution, countless wise monks and masters have been involved in it, trying to eliminate all the demonic troubles in the world. The supreme wisdom here is not something that the people who established the church group could have summarized.It is actually not important to establish the sect for whom and why.
Ran Hongxia was stunned, looked back at him with gratitude, and smiled and nodded.Do this.Both of them are realistic and realistic. At this point, they have no grudges, so they open their minds and have no scruples. They have had a little spare time in the past two days and talk about things in the illusion.
The Sanqi Valley is not only the place where the tower of the sky is located, but also the palace of the Dragon Emperor. After Xuanlin conquered the Fengling Kingdom, he moved his remnants to the imperial capital. Even the Fengling Holy Tree and Building Wood could be forcibly renamed Qinglong Wood, allowing the tribes in the south to cut wood to build palaces for the scale tribes to build palaces; what's the difficulty of moving the unique citron in the south to embellish the palace?
The Dragon Emperor is the most advanced tribute.The citron transplanted from Sanqi Valley was a strange species from the south a thousand years ago, so that it could produce such huge and juicy fruits, which is different from other places.
From ancient times to the present, Nanling has never been conquered by the imperial power of the Central Plains.If the Dragon Emperor Xuanlin, who was in the mythical era, might have led the army of the Nine Abyss to cross the natural dangerous Jiuwei Mountain of Qingqiu Kingdom and incorporated the southern border into its territory.The orange-yellow pulp in Ran Hongxia's hand that could not be dripped with juice was not evidence, but it faintly supported the bold inference of the emperor who had conquered the entire territory of the ancient emperor, except for the Dragon Emperor Xuan Scale, Geng Zhao could not think of anyone else's palace.
With a little mention of it, Ran Hongxia also thought of something.
What exactly is the thing Xuan Lin wants to do?
She wrapped her breasts with one hand, and gently pinched her chin with the other hand, frowned slightly.This is her habitual movement when she thinks.Zhaoling Girl said that it was a terrible situation that was so serious that it could destroy the land of Dongzhou. It was said that it was a war. Legend has it that Xuanlin fought for years and conquered all directions. He had created enough wars. Does he need help from others?
Or...a natural disaster or epidemic?
Geng Zhao shook his head, but it was difficult to explain the reasons for disagreement.
He had become Xuan Lin for a brief moment, which made him feel that Xuan Lin was not a person who enjoyed watching others suffer.The pain he exerted to Lingnu was very cruel because Lingnu deceived him; although he issued an imperial edict to kill the Yi Fengling clan, he had given more than once a chance during this period. Even if Lingnu was unwilling to recommend the dragon bed, as long as he asked for a plead and gave him a step, Xuan Lin might not really want to kill someone.
According to Xuan Lin, he had been relying on the help of Buddha and had an immortal body and unparalleled power, and had been relying on it for more than a hundred and fifty years.Assuming that Xuan Lin cooperated with the Heavenly Buddha Messenger at Geng Zhao's age, he would be nearly 170 years old, which is still a number beyond common sense.Geng Zhao didn't know what it felt like to live for nearly two hundred years, but to find clues from Xuan Lin's mood, the first thing he thought of was "Yingyang".
Xuanlin's heart was filled with bleakness.It’s not the kind of self-pity or self-pity, but the reaction to most things is indifferent and feels boring in everything in front of you.
The disappointment of betrayal in the vicious world, the excitement of revealing the plan of the magistrate girl... are all small stones thrown in this boundless quiet sea, even the slightest ripples of stagnant water are precious.Xuan Lin's emotions either remained motionless, and whenever there were ups and downs, they were crazy, sad and ecstatic. Geng Zhao even guessed that this was the way Xuan Lin used to maintain inner vitality, just like his frivolous and slutty when facing the Buddhist envoy.
But these responses are still not enough to maintain an aging and tired soul.
So Xuanlin needs that thing.
He needed such strong expectations and desires to continue his immortal imperial path.
Ling Nu mentioned that he used the Dragon Breath Technique to maintain immortality. Geng Zhao remembered that it was an alias for the Dafa of taking over the body. The unparalleled power of Xuanlin may come from the foreign object embedded in the navel. It reminds people of the Hualizhu, which is just more powerful and more stable than Geng Zhao's navel. It really lives up to the name of Wushuang.
But what Geng Zhao was most concerned about was not these, but the passage that he was eager to leave and could not finish listening.Xuanlin asked the invincible warrior from the messenger of the Heavenly Buddha: the Dragon Emperor who did not believe in humans wanted to hand over the sacred task of protecting the throne to swords, so that intelligent weapons would be used to manipulate the swords and demon swords.Ran Hongxia murmured: It sounds...it's really similar!Judging from the results, the messenger of the Heavenly Buddha finally did it, fulfilling his wish for Xuanlin, and having the strongest and most loyal warrior, no longer has to win over the hearts of the people.But, is there really such a thing in the world?Giving the souls of weapons made of steel so that they can control the people they hold... Can such strange and strange things really be done?
Geng Zhao looked serious and held his arms without saying a word.Ran Hongxiayuan could not control her confusion and sighed naturally, not really looking forward to getting an answer from him. Unexpectedly, Geng Zhao raised her head and replied seriously: It is hard to say whether it can be done or not. After all, if everything in this valley was not experienced by us personally, others would probably be unable to persuade others.But when I saw the Buddha envoy responding to the Dragon Emperor's request, there was something strange about it.
What a strange thing?
Um.Geng Zhao said seriously: For example, if we say the immortal body, in fact, it is to practice horizontal practice such as the golden bell cover and iron cloth shirt. At most, it is to cultivate both the inside and the outside and reach the realm of transformation, and the fist, palm, sword, and sword are difficult to be injured. To put it mysteriously, it is to take the golden elixir and ascend to the feathers, and from then on, it will never die, escape from the six realms of reincarnation, and the body is as clear as glass inside and outside.
This master didn't know where to practice, and he sounded so clever.Ran Hongxia smiled with her lips pursed.
Geng Zhao smiled slightly, afraid that his thoughts would not be interrupted, and continued: But the way the Buddha envoy responded to this wish was to get him a strong body and let him change it; if this body was broken, then change it.
If I wish God an immortal body, but I get such a result, I am afraid I won’t be able to laugh.
Ran Hongxia thought, put away her giggling expression, and chewed his words carefully.
The power of unparalleled is the same.What the Buddha sent to Xuanlin was not to improve his own abilities, but to embed a thing like a transformed pearl in the navel, thereby providing endless power.Although the skills of the Buddhist envoy are magical, their thinking methods are very practical. They are different ways to literally meet the requirements of Xuanlin, and there is always a subtle difference from the expectations.
Such results show that there are two possibilities.
...He was afraid of Xuanlin, so he retained his skills?Ran Hongxia's tone was not convinced by her own.
There are simpler answers.Geng Zhao smiled and said: The Buddhist envoy is not omnipotent. Although his craftsmanship is better than other people of his contemporaries, he still cannot meet the willful requirements of an arrogant person.He is not a god, but a brilliant craftsman who is beyond imagination.
For example, the works of the Saint-Saint-People's Palace are simply amazing to me, but that's just that my skills are not as good as his, not the magical power of the Palace.Once the mechanism is disassembled, any craftsman must be able to analyze and understand the logic and make it clear at a little.The way that the messenger of the Heavenly Buddha handled Xuanlin's prayers was full of craftsmanship. To be honest, I was not afraid of you making jokes. I really felt a little intimate.
Ran Hongxia said: If he meets you instead of Xuanlin, I don’t know how happy he will be.At least you can understand human words, which is much easier to deal with than Xuanlin.
Geng Zhao also smiled and said for a while: Thanks to the Buddha's envoy, although I still don't understand why, but I am a little bit surprised.Ran Hongxia didn't know what he was referring to, but when she remembered the last interruption of the topic before the two started joking, she couldn't help but feel shocked:
Demon Sword?
Um.Geng Zhao stretched out his index finger with his left hand, held it with his right hand, and put his hands together, signaling:
The transformation of the Demon Sword is formed by the combination of the Demon Sword itself and the sword corpse. Whether it is the disaster of Shuiyue Dianxuan or the dirt in the wind and fire series dock, it is all caused by the combination of human and swords. In Liuying City, Yun Shangstairs, although Tianli killed two people by himself, it happened when moving the knife seat. If it is explained purely by the mechanism, it is reasonable.
People have always been influenced by the legend of the demon sword thirty years ago. It is believed that the demon evil spirits are in trouble in the sword. The sword holder is controlled by the demon sword, which makes the woodcutter who does not understand martial arts suddenly bear martial arts skills. The weak Mr. Cui rushed into the main hall of the largest gang in the East China Sea, as if he was in a no-man's realm.This statement is absurd, but it has the support of senior Qin Demon, Lao Taicheng Xiao, and your master, Master Du, and other senior scholars. They have experienced it personally or are respectful to the martial arts world. They pour copper and cast iron into the legends one by one, making it deeply rooted in people's hearts and become more unshakable.As he said that, he had his hands split and spread them in front of Ran Hongxia.
Let's look at the two separately.If the knife is fine, it is just a sharper and harder one, it is a top blade device. At most, it is a poisonous one, or it is hidden in some mechanical springs, which can use the power of rebound to kill the two men who lifted the knife seats in front and behind.From this perspective, who is the one who really ravaged the Shuiyue Dianxuan and the Fenghuo Singwu?
Ran Hongxia suddenly felt relieved and said loudly: It’s a corpse!Just thinking about it is wrong:
Then He A-san was born and raised by the Broken Heart Lake. He was here to learn the arts by himself, and his wealth and background were all in doubt.I have seen him many times, but I really don't understand martial arts...
If you knew me two years ago, I'm afraid it would be another Ho A-san.Geng Zhao pointed to his belly button.Mr. Cui Yanyue also doesn’t understand martial arts either. Once the essence of Fire Yuan is embedded, the situation will be different.Don’t you think the situation between Mr. Cui and me sounds familiar?
Ran Hongxia remembered Xuanlin's unparalleled power. This kind of magic that uses implants to give people strength has existed since the era of Xuanlin, and it is not unbelievable to have been passed down to this day. You said that your junior sister, Miss Bihu, is not very good at martial arts, but her light skills are very good. She can catch up with the carriage when she is possessed by a demon sword. It should be because of the increase in her original ability, rather than gaining it out of thin air. I guess He A-san is also known for his strength, right? It is much easier to use hands and feet on people than to control their hearts with a knife.
He A-san was born with a tall and powerful horse, and was diligent and simple. Among the several families who used to support firewood and help with chores in the public hall, they were famous for their strength.Ran Hongxia was frightened by his inference and was speechless for a moment.
If Ailang's analysis is true, the series of changes faced by the East China Martial Arts World recently are not caused by ghosts and gods, but by carefully designed conspiracy.The planner was hidden behind the scenes, so he set up a suspicion array and extended his clutches to the seven major sects in the East China Sea. The goal must be amazing.
According to the clues currently known, in order to create the illusion of the demon sword, the sword corpse must have two requirements: one is the overwhelming power that comes suddenly, and the other is the heartless crazy Bihu, Mu Yunse, Cui Yanyue, and even Geng Zhao, whom he cannot detect but can be manipulated by the conspirators, were all possessed by the demon sword. He had no memory afterwards, and could not remember when he was tampered with... How was this done?What else in the world is the demon who possesses such a terrifying magic that they cannot do?
A chill climbed up the back of the dyed red cloud.I don’t know how the true energy of Tianfu in my body came from.Such ignorant and unconscious mutated techniques are so similar to those of the sword corpse. Will it be... a sign of being controlled?Although he couldn't sit upright, his pretty face was condensed and he said solemnly: If I start crazy too, don't let me hurt you.
I will never blame you for doing whatever you should do.
Geng Zhao held her hand and comforted her: Senior Silkworm is just kidding and will not harm you.The Tianfu magic skill of Sangmuyin seems to be in line with the magic art of the priest of the Heavenly Tower. Both can activate the magic artifacts made by the Buddha envoy, and are of extraordinary relationship; the temperament and appearance of Lingnu is even somewhat similar to that of the silkworm girl.If you can tell your seniors what you saw in the illusion and connect the inheritance of Xiaoming Island, maybe the conspirator will reveal his secret!
Ran Hongxia thought so.The more advanced the martial arts skills, the more they rely on a meticulous and effective inheritance system, they can continue.
The Jade Dragon Divine Kingdom, which dominated the earth, is still separated from the Jade Dragon Dynasty in the True History by the five emperors of the Scal clan and the co-governance of the East China Sea sects. The timing is vague and difficult to test, and the records are even more vague.The calculation of Emperor Shao Teng, who finally mixed the tribes of the East China Sea and promoted the establishment of imperial power in the central government, has been more than 1,800 years.
Geng Zhao didn't read much, and his understanding of history books all came from street talks and gossip of elders. For him, the mythological era that Xuanlin was active was enough to include in the word "thousand years".Ran Hongxia was born in a general and liked to read military books on war history, but she knew that the span between them was much more than that. If she could control the magical art of the Buddha's magical artifact and the secret art of swords and corpse manipulating the consciousness of the human mind, they were all passed down from the Xuanlin at that time. There must be an extremely precise vein system in it, which can only be reproduced in this life nearly two thousand years later.
When Geng Zhao saw that she was silent for a long time, she thought that the knot in her heart was not resolved, so she deliberately teased her with a saliva: ... Besides, the net of heaven is vast and sparse but not leaks. The person who arranged the demon sword has done all the calculations, which is considered meticulous, but she missed a living evidence. If she could get out of the valley, this would be a move to expose the demon sword's conspiracy.
Is there any evidence that can be divided into life or death?
Ran Hongxia came to her senses and was amused by him. She felt a little relaxed and couldn't help but reach out and push him gently.Don't pretend to be a god!Tell me quickly, what is the evidence?
We can't say evidence, it should be a flaw... No, how can there be such a good-looking flaw in the world?This breaks
The handwriting is too rude, but if you want to talk about Meihuan, it seems a bit inappropriate... Geng Zhao talked about herself for a long time, Ran Hongxia was angry and funny, and she wanted to be stern and couldn't help laughing: What Meihuan?Where do you get these messy things!I don't know who I've learned bad things from.She sighed and reached out to twist his ears.
I'll keep it for you first.When will I say it, when will I pay you back?She often uses this trick when dealing with junior sisters who are not focused on listening in the door, and it is very effective every time.
Just... it's you, Hong'er.Geng Zhao didn't dare to dodge, and grinned with his head.
Hong'er?Ran Hongxia asked with a smile: Who is it?Don't know Ah!
Hong...Sister Hong.Geng Zhao felt that the entire vision was almost overwhelming, and she was a little dizzy when she saw anything. She quickly diverted her attention so that she could get her ears back.The person who arranged the conspiracy made a mistake and left a blind spot, which was enough to point out that the demon soul was just a cover, and his hands and feet should be moved on the body of the sword...that is you, Sister Hong.
You are the biggest flaw in this seemingly seamless conspiracy!
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Yong'an Lane by Zhuquehang, Yuepu City Post Station, which is temporarily renamed the General's Pavilion in Zhendong, stands quietly in the night.
A few days have passed since the incident on Mount Alan ended, but the matter is far from over.
Two words.More than 200 mobs seized by Yu Lianjue Temple died suddenly after eating the imperial porridge given by the Queen. After investigation by the coroner, it was confirmed that they were poisoned and killed, which was a huge uproar.
This incident made the originally unfavorable relationship between the Empress and General Zhendong even more sinister.Although the sauer was given by the Empress, the person in charge of the East China Sea Authority Chi Fengjun; if such a big thing happens, it is impossible to say that you are asking questions, so you must ask questions too.Unexpectedly, when he got down to Alan Mountain, Chi Fengjun disappeared, as if he had dispersed with the weather. It was rumored in the market that it was held in the hands of the general. The Qifeng Pavilion came to call people again and again, but it was only boring.Everyone was waiting for the Queen to be angry and turn against her, and how should Murong deal with it? All the people with good deeds were eager, and all the knowledgeable people were worried.
There is more than one trouble.
The lotus platform collapsed, and General Zhendong's beloved general and General Zhenbei's daughter buried under him. In the past few days, Murong Rou recruited civilians and transferred troops from Gucheng camp to support him. He dug up overnight and transported as many as 60% of the wolves that could not be seen. The good news was that the two were still in the remains of the two, and they only found a pair of swords and swords. The bad news was that there were 30% or 40% of the broken walls, and two fragmented corpses could still be buried. At least two more days were required to determine the life and death of the two.
It is said that Geng Dianwei's relatives, as well as the female heroes under the head of Shuiyue Dingxuan and Xu Dai, could not eat or sleep, and insisted on not leaving at Lianjue Temple, for fear that they would have to wait for the excavation to come to an end before they could give up. I don’t know how Murong will report this matter, but before he could write a memorial to enter Beijing, the news had already spread along the second route of the water and land to the northern pass of Yangtu.
The general Ran Cangqun, the Zhenbei general, politely refused to attend the law conference on the grounds that the border defense was in trouble and should not leave without permission. He neither sent an envoy nor gave gold and silver in the name of adding sesame oil. He asked him not to be favored by the horse. The bad news would take a few days later to arrive at Sheping Mansion.If the envoy of General Zhenbei brought a congratulatory gift here and released a carrier pigeon on the day of the incident, most of the indictment leaders of Beiguan Road were ready to go and come to Murong Rou to ask for an explanation.
Some people refuse to leave at Lianjue Temple, and some people still cannot be free after leaving.The distinguished guests from the Law Conference went down to Alan Mountain and returned to Yuepu for a while. Before he could recover, the military men from Gucheng camp came to the inn and hotels and ancient temples. The name was that the general had an order, for fear that the mobs outside the city would cause trouble and endanger the safety of the distinguished guests. To put it bluntly, it was restricted from entering and leaving. Before the matter was revealed, everyone was suspicious and could not leave, so he would be honest with the general. Any ungrateful wolf wanted to smuggle and break through, most of them were guilty. He would take the general down first and then investigate it.
Murong Rou himself is the most famous cruel official on the land of Dongzhou. The only person under his command is the talent for interrogation and spying.A large number of rigorously trained hiding, constitutional, procuratorate, etc. came to the door at night, and politely sought to meet noble people. No matter how noble the status is or how prominent the title is, after these hawks and dogs bid farewell, they were all sweating profusely and their faces turned pale.Conservatively, more than 70% of the guests on the list are stranded in Yuepu City and they dare not go anywhere.
He pretended to let someone down the mountain first, and then detained him in the city. What he wanted to avoid was the Queen's intervention.Murong Rou didn't think of covering up this matter, but just dealing with it on the surface. The news was sent back to Qifeng Pavilion from various channels. The Empress hadn't said anything yet. It is said that Lord Ren of Jinwu Guard sneered constantly and wanted to raise an army to question him.
In short, the calm inside and outside Yuepu these days is so exciting that it is as if a heavy rain is approaching.
Report!Since the beginning of the main entrance of the inn, the doors of all sizes and doors along the way were thumping, and a yamen man dressed as a feathered rider rolled off his saddle and shouted straight into several yards from outside the gate.Murong Rou just fell down with her and had a short rest. After receiving the notice, she got up and entered the hall almost at the same time as the visitor.
Don't panic.Murong Rou looked at him and said lightly: What's wrong with the Chengyin Yamen?
Since Liang Zi and his son were imprisoned, Murong Rou took over the Yin Ya in Yuepu, and all the big and small matters were reported to the inn and the general decided to seize them.The yamen was the night-time official today. He rode his horse all the way. His mind was blank. When the general responded so lightly, he suddenly calmed down and swallowed and said: Yes...yes, the general was so proud.Not long after the Xu hour tonight, a fire suddenly broke out when the yamen came in. The villain... When the villain came out, the water dragon had arrived and was rescued.
Is the fire rising near the prison?
The official was stunned.People say that General Zhendong has the skills of reading minds, but it turns out that it is not fake!He was so scared that he quickly forgot all the words he had cursed the general, and praised him for his wise and magical martial arts and his mirror was hanging high, and he kowtowed like pounding garlic.Then that's OK.Murong Leng said: If you really want to rob the prison, you will not set fire outside the prison. You can’t even get in if the wind blows out. You will die on the left and right.Go back!
It’s... the villain obeys the order, the villain obeys the order!
Shi Junyu, who was attending the general, was still worried and whispered: If you are worried, I will send another team of soldiers to take a look.Murong shook his head: No need, send someone over, it’s not like it.We're here to stay.Shi Junyu was shocked when he heard this, and suddenly he saw a red light outside the hall and a chaotic crowd in the courtyard, and said loudly:
Stop!What's going on outside?Noisy, how can it be?
The summoned manager hurriedly replied: Mr. Qi Bing, General Qi Bing... It seems that there is a fire in Li Yuanwailang's mansion next door, and the wind is blowing to the west, burning to us!Next door to the inn is the mansion of a local gentry who was resigned by the Ministry of Personnel. Most of the famous gardens are nearby. There are water dragons in the yard. Soon, the alarm bells will be made, and the brothers will arrive immediately.
Look, isn't this coming?Murong Rou smiled faintly, her expression not surprising.
Shi Junyu's expression was calm and exchanged glances with He Yaozi beside him. He did not dare to leave the general without a single step. He turned around and said in a deep voice: I'm leaving it to you, protect your wife!As soon as the curtain moved, Li Yuanzhi and Qi Diao Liren who were hidden behind him disappeared.
Deep in the tree cover in the courtyard, a masked night walker in black saw everything and praised the fire in Li Yuanwailang's house. He looked down at the entire inn. Except for the lobby where Murong was, there was only one place that no one snatched the door and rushed to put out the fire. He thought to himself:
...It's that!Taking advantage of the opportunity, he was wearing black clothes like ghosts, sliding along the way against the shadow of the wall and trees. He came to the house in a blink of an eye, lifted out the scabbard wrapped in a black cloth behind him, patted the guards, pushed the door silently and closed the door with his backhand, as if he was very familiar with the behavior of sneaking in the dark night, stepping through the door and other behaviors. Everything was instinct, without thinking.
There was no one else in the dark room, but the quilt on the couch was bulging, almost like an adult man lying in it.Hiding your mother Murong Rou, in the end, I’m just teaching me to touch her?Ye Xingke couldn't help but snorted, swung his sword sheath, and casually hooked a round pier under the octagonal table, took off his cover and put it in his arms, and smiled:
Lord Fusi, I'm here to pick you up!Should you follow me obediently, or would you let me carry it out like a roast pig?
Suddenly, the fire shone in the sky, and the six bright fans on the front bumped away. He Yaozi led a large number of soldiers into the sky, followed by Murong Rou, who was protected by Shi Junyu; on three high walls outside, a series of sharp arrows reflected the flames, and they all faced the house. Luo Ye, who was commanding the inspection camp, was catching the people with an eagle's eyes. Even if the left and right were empty, his arrows would be able to shoot through his shins and capture this person alive.
Being trapped!Ye Xingke had no way to escape, and had a sudden inspiration to cover his face with his arms, turned around and pounced on the bulging quilt, and said in a deep voice: Those who blocked my way are the ones who killed Chi Fengjun!
Suddenly, the quilt flew up, and a trained sword light cut through the wind, cutting through the face of the night passengers!He could not avoid it, and blocked the sword with a sheath, clang!He was shaken back and fell to the ground by the powerful sword. The person in the middle was bright in skin, his hair was as hard as a lion's mane, dressed in a rogue, and held a rough knife board like a raw stone in his hand, and said with a smile: It's a pity that I am not Lord Chi... Huh?It was Feng Huang, the second disciple of Semu Daohou.
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stared at the sight of a ghost, a sentence that you repeated several times but could not make up.
He was not the only one who was surprised.Everyone present was shocked, and even Murong couldn't help frowning.Shi Junyu saw the general’s thoughts and folded the fan in his hand. Swish!He closed his mouth quickly, and asked loudly:
Jinwulang!You didn't protect the Empress in Qifeng Pavilion, but you sneaked into this place to set fire to abduct people!What is the reason for this?
The wind helped the fire, and it was out of control. Even if the water dragon was rescued, it still burned over the high wall and faintly showed the potential to move backwards.The yamen workers who were originally leaning against the water and fire sticks and pointing at the fun, and they were just watching the fun were still a little confused. Their faces, which were shining with fire, suddenly became quiet.
Suddenly, an old official walked out of the cave door, his footsteps were heard quickly. When he saw everyone standing there, he cursed: Why are you still here?Go and put out the fire!Several yamen servants looked at each other, and one of them said: It’s not that we refuse to go, but it’s because the superiors have told me that no matter what happens, they are not allowed to leave...
The old man said coldly: OK, don’t leave, if you burn it to death later, you will have a companion, and the road to the underworld is not boring.
Seeing everyone looking at me and I looked at you, they were clearly shaken. They threw the two empty wooden barrels in their hands over and said angrily: Go put out the fire quickly!Can the people in the house walk?Who can decide here!He was burned to death with a fire, and your whole family was invincible!A bunch of killing talents!
Only then did the yamen officers realize that the situation was serious.Since the general took over the Chengyin Yamen, the rules have been quite large and lighter than before.If the fire gets out of control and burns here, who can take the responsibility for the removal of prisoners?Move or not, the left and right is dead!He quickly snatched the wooden barrel and rushed to the fire. He pulled people along the way, for fear that fewer people would work, so the fire would burn into the yard.
People walked cleanly in a blink of an eye.The old man saw clearly, suddenly straightened his back, took off the feather hat on the top of his head, and put on a black scarf covering the back of his head.
Murong Rou is best at defending.Defensive people have to face a military force that is several times higher than their own. There is no room for roundabout advancement and bargaining. The only thing they can do is to defend, and there is no target that can be changed manually.People who are good at defending have a very strong fighting will. They are often more tenacious and better at fighting, and are more courageous than those who are good at attacking. They are never willing to be lonely. The negative feeling of defense gives people is simply contrary to the two realms of no intersection.
Negative people can't hold on to anything.Those who are good at keeping must be extremely positive in nature.
The old man noticed Murong's active command style since he was a teenager. Before the world discovered its light, he had already seen his unique and outstanding potential; the time he was watching him, analyzing him, and even expecting him was far beyond the imagination of General Zhendong himself.The tactics Murong Ai used, the tricks he often played, and the bad habits that he might not even notice themselves were clear in the old man’s eyes, just like the formation record or grain report he presented back then, with clear structure, and nowhere to hide the strengths and weaknesses.
If Murong Rou is ambushing the heavy troops in the inn, Chi Fengjun will be hidden by him in the city yamen.After this fire broke out in the yamen and Murong stopped moving, the old man was sure that his judgment was correct.
He pushed open the door, crossed the high threshold, took out the bird-shaped facet from his arms, covered his face in the dark room without candlelight, and stood quietly in front of the bed like a ghost.Chi Fengjun closed his eyes and fell asleep. His pale face was thinner and sunken than before the Conference on the Dharma, like wax paper. At a glance, he knew that his internal injuries were heavy, and even his breathing was faint, which was particularly ethereal.
The only thing that has not deteriorated is probably keen intuition.
Chi Fengjun's eyebrows and eyes moved, and he slowly opened his eyes. The astonishment only stayed in his eyes for a short moment. The confusion that woke up from his sleep was fleeting. He lay still and saluted the old man with his eyes until the old man signaled him to speak.This means that it is safe here and there is no risk of leaking secrets.
...The next Honghu kowtowed to the Lord of Gushe and asked the Lord to punish him.
Back cover soldier design: Deer's sword, shark, ghost head knife
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