Nightfall

Liu Yiqing is still alive, but he was seriously injured, and Hengmu Liren used the endless Haotian Shenhui to let him live for a while. That kind of life is bound to be more painful than death.

Master Brother appeared in Linkang City, in front of the ruins of the imperial city, standing between Hengmu Liren and Liu Yiqing, Haotian Shenhui was naturally cut off, Liu Yiqing was about to be released-precisely because of the release, or because of the stories before the release, The older brother said sorry to Liu Yiqing, heavy and sincere.

Ryoko Yokogi didn't want Liu Yiqing to be freed, which made him feel very angry, and the brothers ignored him, which made him feel that he was not respected enough, so he became more angry.

He said in a cold voice: "After all, Mr. Da is still late, or you dare not show up before this matter is over, then you show up at this time and say sorry to this dying person ... what's the point? Do n’t you think it ’s hypocritical? Or does it comfort you? "

In any case, the academy has not shot tonight, and Liu Yiqing must die. Hengmu Liren's ridiculous words are the sharpest blades and straightforward.

Brother seemed to not hear these words at all, did not notice the person, looked at Liu Yiqing covered with blood on Qian, and repeated again: "Sorry."

Liu Yiqing said calmly: "Mr. Da knows very well that this is my own choice.

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Brother thought for a while and said, "The Academy could not let you make this choice."

Liu Yiqing shook his head and said: "The Master once said that begging for benevolence, why complain?"

Listening to this sentence, the brother did not know how to answer.

Liu Yiqing said: "The Academy cannot solve all the things in the world. The things in the world need everyone in the world to fight for. Why should Mr. Da blame himself?"

Brother said: "However, watching the collapse of the river bank, how can you just stand by and watch?"

Liu Yiqing said: "This is where Mr. Da is not as good as Mr. XIII."

Brother shook his head and said, "Little brother is different now than it was then."

Liu Yiqing was slightly startled, thinking of a thing with a **** face showing a smile, and said with emotion: "It turns out that Mr. Thirteen has been watching here on Chang'an City."

Brother said: "Or it may not be true, but he must have looked here."

Through the blood-stained white cloth, Liu Yiqing looked at the ruins of the imperial city in the night and smiled and said, "Fortunately, I thought in advance that he might be looking here, so I didn't choose the wrong place."

His practice time is not short, but the time to shine in the practice circle is not long. He once chose to miss the location, and he paid the price for it but never missed it again.

Tonight, he was sitting on the shrine, this is his position.

辇 is facing the once vicissitudes of the city wall.

Sitting north to south, Feng Shui is excellent and suitable for burial.

Brother looked at him and said, "Sorry, please be assured."

Until the end, the academy still felt sorry for the academy's peace of mind, and he could rest assured—whether it was the future Nan Jin, or those displaced disciples of Jiange, he no longer needed to worry.

Under the white cloth stained with blood, Liu Yiqing's eyes closed slowly, and he entered a darkness.

These years he has long been accustomed to darkness and without fear, death and sleep are no different.

Brother looked at Liu Yiqing, who was breathless on the shrine, and remained silent for a long time, then he turned slowly, looking at Longqing and Yoko, saying, "Why?"

When he said the word why, he looked at Yoko.

Looked at the Daomen young genius inherited from Haotian. His expression was calm and serene. Although he could see through the Qingyi robe on the other side, he could see the endless Haotian dignity in the other side.

Hengmu stood up, his whole body was bright, he was a voter of Haotian.

However, it has been decades since Ke Haoran pulled his sword and asked Tiantian Academy and Haotian to be enemies. Looking back, Confucius built the academy.

Academy is not even afraid of Haotian, how could it be that a Haotian electorate has no respect for Haotian, how can it respect a Haotian voter?

Brother looked to Longqing, but moved slightly.

He has been reading the books since he was a child. Although he has never practiced Taoism, he has read many Taoist Scriptures, otherwise how can he argue with Ye Su for three days before the Taoist Temple? He has not cultivated Taoism and open-mindedness, but who can surpass his vision? He can see through the infinite light under the horizontal wooden clothes, and naturally can see the infinite darkness hidden in his robe.

No matter whether it was on the bodies of the Devil Sect Butchers or the traitors, the master brother had never seen such a thick and thick darkness, and through the ordinary robes of the gods, he vaguely looked In the dark fog of Long Qing's body, countless resentful souls are crying, and countless resentments are rolling.

Brother looked at Long Qing and sighed, "Why do you suffer?"

Long Qing was a little uneasy. He felt that before Mr. Da ’s gaze, he seemed to have become naked. There was no longer any secret. What he had done and wanted to do, the other party was clear.

So he took a step back slowly. Behind him was a rich night. Only when it was closer to the night would he feel safer, or even feel warmer.

Is still not enough. Long Qing still felt that he was a little cold, and the feeling of being seen through was too uncomfortable. He slowly turned his Daoist thoughts and concentrated all his breath into the deepest part of his body.

Converged into the breath of the body, driving the night breeze in front of the imperial city to gently linger, and the gentle wind permeated into his shirt, even the light seemed to be swallowed by his body.

Longqing has become more and more blurred in people's eyes, and will gradually become one with the night.

Yokogi ’s choice is completely the opposite ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ When Long Qing took a step back, used the night to hide himself, and even turned himself into a pure black field, he took a step forward.

He took a step towards the master, his expression was indifferent and proud.

Countless Haotian Shenhui burst out from his body, and the holy, star-like light, overflowing from his facial features and pores, with an indescribable sense of pressure, appeared in front of the Imperial City.

Yokogi became a burning idol, able to burn and purify everything.

The realm he showed at this time was enough to shock the entire practice world.

He is very clear that it is not difficult to kill Liu Yiqing in his real state, but it is not so easy to kill the scholar wearing a cotton jacket in front of him, because the legend is a legend after all.

Yokogi still wanted to give it a try, because he was very angry, so angry when the other party looked at him, but slightly moved when he looked at Longqing-in short, everything tonight made this proud Haotian inheritor angry He must let the college academy feel his anger.

And he knew very well that even if he failed, Mr. Da could not hurt himself. In other words, the other party did not dare to hurt himself, otherwise why did he say sorry before Liu Yiqing died?

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