Look In the Mirror

  Chapter 420 The rain is about to come

  Fly to Luzhou, Liang Wangfu.

   "Finally set off!"

  Liang Wang Zhu Yong took a sip of the fragrant tea, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

   I don't know if it's the smell of tea or the good news.

   "The Daguangming Temple dyed the border, hehehe."

   "How will Shasheng Temple respond?"

  Behind him, the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi still followed him like a shadow.

   "No matter how we deal with it, it may not be so smooth for Shasheng Temple to regain control of Southern Border."

"Um."

   "What's going on at Yanshi Palace?"

   "Don't worry, King Liang, the people from Yanshi Palace have already arrived in southern Xinjiang ahead of time, and are only waiting to join Da Guangming Temple."

   "That's good, that's good."

   "No matter what, the luck in southern Xinjiang must not be allowed to prevail."

   "Also, send another urgent letter.

  Sasheng Temple is an uncertain factor. After a long time, it may affect our plan! Urge them to hurry up and get ready! "

"Yes!"

  Tsing Yi Taoist leader took the order, turned and left.

  Where King Liang looked at the empty courtyard, he didn't know what to think.

  …

  Southern Xinjiang, Qinghong Villa.

  Bu Qingyun tapped lightly with his fingers, and a gust of wind shot out through the air.

  In the bamboo forest ten steps away, there was a piece of emerald green.

   "Father, your "One Throw in the Universe" is really good, and I don't know how long it will take for the child to practice to this level."

  Bu Hengqiu's injuries are almost healed.

  At this time, he picked up a cup of tea and handed it over with a flattering expression.

"Humph."

  Bu Qingyun's face was indifferent, and he didn't even look at him, but he still took the tea.

"you?"

   "As long as I don't cause trouble for me, it will be fine."

  Bu Hengqiu scratched his head in embarrassment, but secretly cursed in his heart: It's all about that **** girl Bu Lingbo.

   I have been hurt a lot!

  At this moment, a disciple in green shirt broke into the door, holding a letter in his hand.

  Seeing this, Bu Qingyun quickly put down the water glass and opened the letter paper.

  One eye and ten lines.

  The seriousness on his face has turned into relaxation.

"Great!"

   "Da Guangming Temple has departed from Luzhou!"

   "Finally, I didn't waste my time in vain."

  The corner of Bu Qingyun's mouth cracked, but a little green fire bounced from his hand, and the letter soon turned to ashes.

  When Bu Hengqiu heard the words, his eyes lit up: "Father!"

   "You really are a genius!"

  The smile on Bu Qingyun's face froze, and the murderous intent in his eyes made Bu Hengqiu beside him shiver uncontrollably.

   "Evil animal!"

   "If it wasn't for you!"

   "I should have exchanged the Xingyun Banner for the Water Spirit Jade long ago!"

   After speaking, he raised his kick and kicked Bu Hengqiu, falling several feet before stopping.

   In this way, Bu Qingyun calmed down a bit.

   With a cold snort, he turned and walked towards the backyard.

   Behind him, Bu Hengqiu struggled to get up from the ground, wiping away the blood red from the corner of his mouth.

   Staring at Bu Qingyun's back, his eyes were burning, as if he was unwilling to do so.

  The direction Bu Qingyun is going to is the boudoir leading to the little sister Bu Lingbo.

  Bu Lingbo, dead girl.

  It looks good with you!

  Bu Hengqiu's gloomy eyes showed a touch of madness.

  …

  Southern Xinjiang, Candle Dragon Temple.

  Master Huo Chan had already known about the departure of Da Guangming Temple.

   It's just that now that Shuisheng Temple has Shui Lingyu in hand, many sects in southern Xinjiang have changed their views on them.

  In order to increase the momentum, he contacted several sects during this period.

  As soon as I heard that Da Guangming Temple was taking the lead, there were indeed many sloppy sects who rejoined the team to crusade against Shasheng Temple.

  Diancang School, Luofenggu, Danxinmen...

   This is good, really good.

   "Shasheng Temple! Everyone gets it and kills it!"

  Master Huochan put down the rosary beads on his chest, stood up slowly, and muttered: "Ready to go!"

   "Amitabha!"

  Behind him, dozens of disciples were in uniform, imposing.

  …

  Southern Xinjiang, Dian Cang faction.

  Dian Cang Shuangying Hongtu has the most contacts with Shasheng Temple.

  Whether it was the initial bamboo shoot conference, the later killing conference, or even the last competition.

  The strength of Shasheng Temple has long left a deep impression on Hongtu.

  After the monk from the Candle Dragon Temple visited this time, Master Cangsong actually reneged on the previous agreement to go to Yangcheng.

   Instead, he joined the side of the Daguangming Temple, and jointly attacked the Shasheng Temple!

  Hongtu is not ashamed of such behavior.

   "Master! Why do you want to help the evildoers!"

   Master Cangsong frowned, and turned around suddenly, his eyes were gloomy.

   "Aiding evildoers?!"

  His voice was low, but he seemed to be suppressing seven points of anger.

   Hongtu couldn't help taking half a step back, shivering.

   This was the first time he saw the expression of his master.

   It wasn't until this moment that he realized that he had been rude just now.

   Hastily lowered his head and nodded, clasped his hands into fists, never daring to look directly into Cang Song's eyes.

   Master Cangsong pondered slightly, with a faint disappointment in his eyes, he turned his head again and turned his back to Hongtu.

   "Sasheng Temple... uses blood to practice kung fu, such an evil sect, how can it use the water spirit jade to surpass my thousands of sects in southern Xinjiang again?"

   "Sasheng Temple...everyone gets it and kills it!"

  The endless killing intent was suppressed in the tone.

   Let the future behind you shudder.

"But…"

  The unreadable words blurted out, but when he remembered the cold eyes of Master Cangsong just now.

  The voice suddenly seemed to be forcibly blocked in the throat.

   Never utters a single syllable again.

   Hongtu opened his mouth, and finally closed it again.

  He raised his head and looked at the slightly aged back.

  Maybe I have been wrong all along...

  For no reason, the figure of 'Mr. Red Bean' suddenly flashed in his mind.

  Perhaps, Mr. Hongdou is right.

  Sects are just shelters.

  The southern country is the home of the soul.

  …

  Southern Border, ghost religion.

  On the altar, the face made of flames raged as if going mad.

  The surrounding religious beings were afraid that the green ghost fire would burn themselves, so they retreated one after another.

   "Broken Vein Mountain! Lieguang Pavilion!"

   "How dare you guys! How dare you despise my Ghost Cult so much!"

   The ghost left protector roared.

  Ghost Crow flapped its wings and flew into the distance as if frightened.

  He Cangwu listened with his ears sideways, and couldn't help frowning. During this period, Guardian Zuo became more and more angry.

   If this goes on like this, maybe I will be affected too.

  Since the tournament for stream competition, Shashengsi has become the final winner.

  Holding the Shui Lingyu in your hand will determine the direction of the future "human luck" in southern Xinjiang.

   What's more, killing the Buddha also saved many arrogances in southern Xinjiang.

  So many sects are flocking to it.

  It also includes Lieguang Pavilion and Duanmai Mountain, the two existences that only the ghosts taught the leader before.

   As a result, the Ghost Cult became a lonely family.

   Not to mention unifying all sects in southern Xinjiang.

   Now even the evil ways that are always said to be one and the same are beginning to fall apart.

  Hehe, for the entire Southern Xinjiang, the mere Ghost Sect cannot be grasped.

  In the tomb, green light flickered.

  It was only then that he discovered that He Cangwu's eyes were tied with a layer of black cloth strips.

  However, in the dark tomb, no one noticed that the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

   Sure enough, Nanguo is my eternal home.

  PS: Monthly ticket, recommendation ticket, come to the bowl~

  (end of this chapter)