Black Lotus Tactics Manual

The wild grass fell with the wind, and the continuous mountain peaks were like dark shadows, and at the foot of the mountain was the flying scorpion directing the **** sunlight, but under the eaves was another hue. The walls seemed to be shrouded in a misty cloud.

I have seen "One Line of Sky" and never seen this "one size fits all". Ling Miaomiao can't help but frown: "What's going on, it's too evil."

Mu Sheng didn't make a sound, his dark eyes looked at it motionlessly, the corners of his mouth were tight, the devil's handle in his sleeve slid silently, and he clasped his hands tightly.

Ling Miaomiao knew that he was on alert at the moment.

The sword-like sunlight hit his forehead directly, he did not hide, he directly resisted the light, but narrowed his eyes slightly.

The sky was inexplicably overcast, and the swimming clouds covered the sun, and the light and the yin chased each other. The high mountains in the distance seemed to suddenly become overshadowed, and the wilderness was only a few miles away. It seemed that they were the only two of them.

Mu Sheng's hair band fluttered in the wind, making a whirring sound, and gently rubbed her cheek.

Ling Miaomiao posted an inch to him: "This ... is not the Xingshan Temple we visited that day, right?"

Mu Sheng looked at her sideways. Miao Miao raised her chin to the gray side hall: "'Blue and green Yi Jiansong, transplanted in the Lotus Palace', the poem on the wall is gone."

The corner of the teenager's mouth was slightly raised, and the eyes under his feathers were dark: "It's clever, but ..." His smile deepened, and suddenly he became a sneer. "The mountains that come out of the sky are so big, you need to distinguish them by two lines ? "

Ling Miaomiao turned her head and looked at the distant mountains: "..."

As the "Xingshan Temple" gets closer and closer, the sky becomes darker and the wind grows stronger, sweeping the fallen leaves and sweeping the dust, and there is a tendency to scrape the bones.

Ling Miaomiao kept looking up at the sky, the sky had turned dark yellow, confused, and the shadows of trees in the distance were shaking violently, making the sound of "Wla La La". "Hello ..." she reminded softly. "It looks like a sandstorm."

Mu Sheng was meditating along the way. Hearing Miao Miao's words, he raised his head and looked sideways at the sky. His eyes turned slowly.

"Yeah ..." Miao Miao followed her look, and at once stunned the dust. She quickly reached up and held Mu Sheng's clothes, and began to cough frantically, tears flowing, "Let's find a place to avoid it, okay?"

Mu Sheng looked down at the hand that was pulling his clothes-corner-he was thrown into the crowd too many times, and grabbing him became her habitual movement.

Ling Miaomiao had coughed and bent down, his knuckles tightened and tightened, and he dragged him straight forward. He lowered his eyebrows: "Sand entered his eyes, not his throat. What are you crazy for?"

Ling Miaomiao rubbed her eyes and stood up straight, a pair of apricots blushing like rabbits: "What do you know, my dad taught, so that the sand can be shaken out of the eyes." Stretching his face forward like a show. ,look."

"..." He took hold of Ling Miaomiao's jaws and ignored her struggles. He looked carefully. Under those big and dark eyes, the redness of his eyes seemed to be bleeding, but inexplicably sick. Special colors.

It's so cute, he looked at her wandering, so easy to become like this ...

The wind and sand raged more and more, and their hair was covered with yellow dust. Miao Miao watched Mu Sheng look at her motionlessly, "Dare you dare to stare so much?" Ling Miao Miao was angry, "You are not afraid of the sand getting into your big eyes ..." His voice was loose before his words fell Suddenly closed his eyes suddenly and dulled into a photo within a second.

What are you afraid of?

"Don't move ..." Ling Miaomiao carefully tipped her feet and patted his shoulder comfortably: "You you ... you squat first."

Mu Sheng was as stiff as a sculpture. He sat down cross-legged slowly, his eyes closed tightly, and his long, curled eyelashes overturned, let Ling Miaomiao raise his face.

Huh, Feng Shui turns.

Ling Miaomiao began to gloat over: "Muke Gongzi, you cough yourself, or do you want me to blow it for you?"

Mu Sheng raised his head without saying a word, and under the embellishment of long feathers, the young man's cheek was so tender that he couldn't bear to bully.

"Okay, then you take some care." Ling Miaomiao took a deep breath and gently held his face, the cheeks were warm, and her heart suddenly jumped wildly.

"What are you waiting for?" After waiting for a while, she didn't see any movement. His eyes were forcibly opened, and the moist black eyes fixedly looked at her, and the star-like luster flashed in her eyes. The tone was indifferent but unpleasant, "I really can't hope."

Ling Miaomiao was so scared that she let go of her hand and couldn't help but looked closer, her two pairs of red eyes facing each other. Miao Miao frowned: "Your eyes are so red."

A slight pity flashed in her eyes, just like a thin light, and rushed into his chest.

His hand flicked, but she grabbed her nervously. "Don't rub it," she asked seriously. "It hurts your eyes. Cry, and wash away with tears."

Tears? Mu Sheng's eyes rolled blankly, and the gravel seemed to be ground into pearls in the mussels, and his eyes were extremely dry.

A person born with no tears, although the eyes are like autumn ponds, with water vapor all year round, but that water vapor is the most hypocritical existence, it is a flower in the mirror, like his beautiful but false skin.

What is the taste of tears?

The only way to tolerate this sting is to be familiar, and he is so familiar that he didn't even raise an eyebrow.

When she was fascinated, the girl suddenly held his face, and her face came together, with the scent of jasmine on her forehead, so gentle as if only two or three pieces of feathers were blown up, The cold wind flicked his eyes, and he closed his eyes instinctively.

Such a rare tenderness left quickly like a low tide, and she avoided her suspicion and calmed her care.

"Mu Sheng." When she opened her eyes, she stepped back two or three steps, slightly pursed her lips, and asked sideways nervously, "Is it better?"

Sandstorm is still raging.

He sat silently by the dirt road, his hair swaying in the wind: "Come and sit behind me."

Ling Miaomiao looked at him for a long time. Presumably the magnificent black lotus would not embarrass the little grain of sand, so he nodded and hid behind him.

The teenager had no expression on his face, his thin lips slightly squeezed, his right hand was raised, and a sign was quickly attached to his left hand. The light burst out of his arms, and the wind and dust swirled in an instant. Loud, almost uprooted, the sky was cloudy.

The whirlwind was swinging from side to side, like a big worm covering the sky, twisting his body and struggling. After a while, he slammed into Mu Sheng's arms, and his eyes seemed to be ripped open and blindfolded, suddenly brightened.

The trees blew loudly and calmly instantly.

Ling Miaomiao looked at the sunny day and was shocked by the day-to-day combat power of Black Lotus.

This year there is admiration, and Leigong should be unemployed.

She put her head on his shoulder curiously: "You have such a powerful magic weapon, why didn't you just take it out earlier?"

Mu Sheng looked at the orange rune in his hand, and after a while he turned his head slightly, did he show the rune paper to her, with a strange smile.

Looking closely, there are two overlapping spells in his hand. The one below is very old, the yellow is brown, and the corners are incomplete, but the shape is exactly the same as the one of Mu Sheng, so that when stacked together , She almost couldn't tell.

"--You mean, the sandstorm just now is the ghost of this old rune underneath?"

"This is the seal, and it's just the first one. This seal is meant to isolate the entrance and exit, suppress the ghosts." His mouth slightly raised, his face obscured, "This is the seal of my family."

"Mu ... Mujia's seal symbol?" Ling Miaomiao heard a straight voice behind her back. "Looking at this symbol is also some years old. Isn't Mrs. Zhao hiding something? She called the Mu family many years ago? "

The sunlight shone on Mu Sheng's face without a temperature: "It's very interesting, Mu Huaijiang and Bai Jin once teamed up to seal Xingshan Temple in this wasteland."

Miao Miao looked closely at the building that looked like a mirage. There was no one inside or out, and the grass was all over the sky. It looked like a ghost myth: "Is this really Xingshan Temple?"

Mu Sheng sneered: "Backing the mountain, standing at noon, sitting on the dead air line, jumping out of the three realms, not in the five elements ... this is the real Xingshan Temple."

"The rumors and legends in those years were once suppressed by Xiandi." Lu Jiu's voice became lower and lower, causing Mu Yao to have to approach him, concentrating on his ears.

"It is said that ten years ago, the Xingshan Temple had just been built, and something went wrong. At that time, the three abbots all died suddenly overnight. The red light above the monastery was full of sky. Feng. The royal family is building a large building, and in the south of Chang'an, an identical Xingshan Temple has been built. "

At the end of the day, a sly and mocking smile was drawn from the corner of his mouth.

Mu Yao's lips twitched, and she wanted to say something, but finally took a breath in a slight surprise.

"So, does Mu girl understand what it means to be under?" The young perfumer was very thin, his cheekbones slightly protruding, with a trace of sickness, he did not look at Mu Yao's face when he spoke, but looked straight Looking ahead, "The concubines and the entire royal family, they are not as simple as you think."

Mu Yao's footsteps stood still, and many thoughts flashed through his head, suddenly said: "In the hall, Mr. Lu saw that there was ashes in it?"

Lu Jiu lowered his eyebrows and smiled, the facial features were hidden in the shadows: "Why?" As Miss Mu said, Lu is just a business man. "