Nine Cents Refining

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There are heroes in the world, and they have been leading the way for hundreds of years.

Qingyunmen has made great contributions to the mainland, generations of heroes.

After the nickname of the 泓希大魔王's 泓希飞升, but a hundred years, Qingyunmen's new generation of top pillars, Xuanyuan Xiaolong was born.

Frustrated the mainland's heroes, smashed the ruins of the sky, won the first, advanced Yuan Ying, the power of the sky, ranked Xianban.

At this time, the monk of the Emperor of the Soul of the Souls was finally released. The single singularity lasted for hundreds of years, and it took thousands of years to finally get the Wanshen Hall on the right track. After the handover of power, it was gone.

Wang Qiong said a little more: "Hey, you are beautiful."

A century of vicissitudes, the millennium is more vicissitudes.

Behind the generations, there are many flaws and helplessness hidden.

After hundreds of years, things are human.

Just as Sun Haozhen defended the magical distance, a group of monks were like ripe wheat, and they were harvested in time.

Old Jia Jia Ruo Dao, failed to step into the Yuan Ying period, sat in the Qingyun Fighting Heaven Palace, originally he wanted to come to the Xianshan to sit, but afraid that Sun Hao was troubled by himself and went silently.

The second wife, Dezheng’s wife, Jie Bei, left the country after she was over 500 years old.

Huang Wenmao’s younger sister, Sun Hao’s well-known disciple, Huang Wenying, fell under the ravages of the broken Dan.

Xiaoyu Feitian Shouyuan was exhausted and fell into the road of Xiu Dao. Sun Hao’s disciple Xiaoyu Huaku, took over the Qitiansha City and was revered as the new generation of “Xiaoyu Feitian”.

When Xiaoku appeared in the name of Xiaoyu Feitian and met Sun Haozhi, Sun Hao learned that Qi Tianzong’s highest one would be flying, but only after the real flight, can he use this permanently. Name.

In other words, if the monk does not fall into the funeral market, it is very likely that his name is flying alone.

Seeing the cousin who said that Xiaoyu was flying, Sun Hao’s heart could not help but evoke four words: 沧海桑田.

Sun Hao’s several disciples are advanced to the real king and become ancestors. The top ten peaks of Qingyunmen have changed a few batches.

I once worshipped Sun Hao as the boss, but the Li family and the five tigers who are not very tight have already fallen.

The former Aquila Corps has now changed a batch of people.

Yu, who did not want to draw the flag of the agarwood, was now an antique. Occasionally, when a monk turned to the ugly incense sword, he almost threw it into a mess.

Fengyun is old and retired.

The new generation of the main sea of ​​the Shen Xiang Bing regiment became the "Agarwood".

Xia Qingyu failed to remove the burden of the North, because Sun Hao was slightly heard, and his heart was a little angry, but he was imprisoned on the top of a fairy mountain, and could not help.

If Qingyunmen had two Zhou Tianxi and Xuanyuan Xiaolong successively, the younger disciples of the warriors, in fact, Sun Hao can not so safely guard the return of a fairy mountain, they are still two.

For a thousand years, people are not things, and the sea has turned into mulberry fields.

The seventh hundred years.

The ordinary Wang Qiong is gradually getting old.

On the fat face, there are wrinkles, the hands and feet are no longer numb, and the conversation begins to linger.

The only constant is her happiness, her smile, and her enthusiasm.

Sun Hao’s heart gradually sank.

The ice of the Yixian Mountain has not yet been completely gone.

Four layers of ice are still frozen and only two layers are thawed.

In other words, in any case, their own time can not catch up, Wang Qiong Shouyuan will do, and the complete restoration of the Magic Yuan is still in the foreseeable future.

He has been with him for many years.

While she is used to her ordinary companionship, Sun Hao found that she is about to leave.

Perhaps, the departure of an ordinary person can't affect anything, but Sun Hao's heart is painful.

It’s not unusual for ordinary bits and pieces to come together.

It seems that the brothers and sisters of ordinary people are flowing into the heart of Sun Hao, and they are gathered into the sea of ​​the Yangtze River.

The brothers and sisters in Zhong Xiaohao's memory, the brothers and sisters after their own incarnation of Zhong Xiaohao, completely overlapped together, Sun Hao's eyes, from time to time will involuntarily think of those bits and pieces.

In Wangcun, there is no regrets and no regrets. I hope that I can stay in the tears of Wangcun, the 100-year wait in Wangcun, and the hardships of more than a hundred years. I have been with me for hundreds of years.

Happy because of my happiness, sad because of my sorrow.

Busy, diligent, cautious, passionate, and when there is such a personal time, Sun Hao does not feel much help.

But once he knew that he was about to lose such a companion, Sun Hao suddenly discovered that he was not ready for thought.

Sun Hao suddenly discovered that everyone is actually unique.

Although her sister Wang Qiong is ordinary, even compared with her own Taoist, she is worse than her temperament and image.

She looks ordinary and has a pair of big incisors.

The phrase she often hangs on her lips is: "You are so beautiful."

However, she is her, her own unique sister, deeply incomparable, irreplaceable first-class sister.

Now she is nearing Shouyuan, but she can't do anything about it.

The cold rain hits the window at night, and Qionghua is full of thoughts.

Do not compete with the group, and the autumn wind has seen golden.

In the autumn, the courtyard is golden and has reached the harvest season. As usual, this is also the most happy season for Wang Qiong. Her hard work finally came to the harvest.

But now, holding a sickle in his hand, trembled, and his heart was not enough. Under the setting sun, he looked and sighed.

Sun Hao walked slowly.

Not far away, Shan Hao is also ready to come over, Xuanyuan red little hand stretched out, gently shaking his head.

Take a look at it and look at Xuanyuanhong.

Xuanyuan Red said softly: "Let's go, we will go around the Xianshan."

On the wrinkled face, there is a smile full of gullies: "Brother, are you here, what about you?"

Sun Hao gently supported her and whispered: "They went out, Joan, I will help you."

Wang Qiong tightened the sickle in his hand: "Brother, you are the one who does the big thing, the savior of the heavens, don't do these rough work."

Sun Hao looked at the wrinkles of Wang Qiong's face and looked at her trembling hands. In her mind, she couldn't help but think of the old fire, and the moment that Shouyuan was about to run out. Now Wang Qiong, the small fire at that time, What is similar.

The same ordinary, the same eyes are dull and full of turbidity.

The same, facing the last moment of life, the same ordinary.

Gently, holding Wang Qiong, Sun Hao whispered: "But I am still your brother."

Wang Qiong leaned on Sun Hao's body, and the face of the setting sun shone with admiration and pride: "Xiao Qiong is most proud of having a brother. In those years, no matter how hard Joan is, just think of my brother, I It is full of hope, full of fighting spirit, and can be used to accompany his brother for hundreds of years. It is the most dà happiness of Xiao Qiong’s life."

Sun Hao’s arms are not tight: “Qiong.”

Wang Qiong’s face, beginning with zhōng full of happiness: "Brother, can accompany you, Xiaoqiong has been very satisfied, tell you, brother, life will go that way, Xiaoqiong can not avoid But brother, you have to remember that Xiaoqiong doesn't want you to be like a purple smoked scorpion, for a few decades, it will break Xiaoqiong's mood in the ground..."

Sun Hao’s body is slightly stiff: “Joan, my brother understood.”

Some folds were stretched, some old, but still soft hands gently rubbed Sun Hao’s face. Wang Qiong looked at Sun Hao in detail and said softly: “In fact, when I first saw my brother, Qionger knows that his brother is not his original brother..."

Sun Hao’s body was slightly stiff and he said softly: “I am!”

Wang Qiong chuckled: "At that time, I was very scared and afraid. I was afraid that you would hurt me and my mother. I was afraid that you would leave immediately after waking up, but then I found out that you are my brother, you have the memory of your brother. At that time, I read the notes left by my brother and said this, so I really regarded you as my brother..."

Sun Hao sighed, and suddenly felt a large stone landing, a kind of real Wang Qi admitted, without explaining his origins, lì, really become her brother's relaxed feelings.

But at the same time, seeing the white-haired Wang Qiong, Sun Hao’s heart is a bit of a sorrow.

Relying on Sun Hao’s arms, Wang Qiong’s eyes are looking at the sunset, as if he is talking, but he seems to be muttering: “You are my brother, but different from my brother, Wang Cun, I stood in you for those years. By the side, watching you recover a little bit, watching you under my care, gradually re-standing, at that time, my heart is full of achievements, full of happiness, that is a time that I will never forget in my life... ”

Sun Hao also remembered Wang Qiong’s careful care of himself. He whispered: “Thank you, Joan, if it’s not Joan, then brother is definitely not so fast, maybe it’s not necessarily a disease.”

Wang Qiong’s face showed tears: "But the small fishing village is finally unable to accommodate the dragon. After all, Peng Peng is going to spread his wings. Brother, do you know? In my life, the most sad, most disappointing, it is actually you. Becoming a disciple of the Hundred Souls, when I am about to leave, because I know that when you leave, you will no longer belong to Wangcun. Some unrealistic fantasies in my heart will eventually burst like bubbles in the sea."

Sun Hao gave a slight glimpse, holding Wang Qiong’s hand tightly and screaming: “Joan.”

Wang Qiong seems to be remembering his life, his eyes are crystal clear.

A small fire stood on her shoulder, stretched out her small claws, and wiped her tears silently.

Wang Qiong said: "Thank you, small fire", once again look at Sun Hao, whispered: "Xiao Qiong's life, the last regret, is that once married, when the brother went away, the mother died, Xiaoqiong Liushen has no owner, no dependence, wants to find a reliance, marry someone, violates his own mind, sorry brother, Xiaoqiong married, until a long time later, Xiaoqiong himself strengthened, only gradually understood, I Although it’s just a mortal ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but it’s sticking, you still need to stick to it..."

Sun Hao tightly embraced Wang Qiong, his eyes watching the sunset that gradually fell into the horizon.

Listening quietly to her, listening to her heart journey, a real mortal, will be afraid, will be jealous, will be jealous, will choose the wrong path of the mortal confiding.

She is very envious of the beauty of her voice.

She cherishes the time together.

She is very happy and ordinary companionship.

The old days are not old.

The situation of the sea is unchanged.

When the setting sun fell, Wang Qiong said a thousand words into a sentence: "Brother, I know that you are affectionate, I know, my departure, you will be sad, will be sad, but brother, you promise me, do not let sad lead Your will, because that is not what I hope, Xiaoqiong can leave in the arms of the brother, full, full, fortunate, happy..." (to be continued.)

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