The #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path

The reason for Lin Shu and Ling Fengxiao's farewell is to go around the world.

But it's actually not—and not back to the real world.

Lin Shu plans to go to Minzhou.

On the one hand, he did promise Ling Fengxiao that a fiancee was right-but where did he go to get an apprentice out?

On the other hand, while the soul is not exhausted, he also wants to figure out one thing: Where did the little fool come from, and why did he pass through this era.

He said to be worthy.

Ashamed did not speak, it seemed to be angry with him.

As soon as he left Ling Fengxiao's field of vision, the thing changed into a black suit, blood-red eyes, and expressionless.

Lin Shu went and took his hand.

He hid.

Lin Shu: "Are you still angry?"

Well worth noting, looking up at him.

There was black gas entangled in him, much thicker than before.

-This change occurred after he killed the people in the hall with cruel methods.

Lin Shu remembered that every time Xiao Shao killed someone, he was ashamed of blood, and the evil spirit on his body was a bit heavy.

Lin Shu couldn't help but compare him with the big witch of the year.

Such paranoid eyes, suffocated body, almost uniform killing methods ...

But when he saw that he changed his look without any hesitation, he chuckled his lips coldly: "You just think I'm dirty."

Lin Shu: "I don't."

"You do." Ashamed licked his lips. "You are clean-haven't you killed anyone?"

There was a faint madness in his eyes: "But Ou Yezi made me out to kill people."

Lin Shu listened to him, and he didn't tell him that he had killed someone.

That man killed Mr. Meng, washed the peach blossom source in blood, and killed thousands of soldiers in Jubeiguan with a single finger, and instantly turned the 200,000 people in Dian into a living corpse.

Ashamed to say, "You come."

He stepped forward, ashamed and still young, and he knelt down and looked up ashamed.

He was ashamed of his neck, and he thought he was worthy to hold.

But he heard the sound of a well-deserved voice, sounded in his ear: "You are the most affectionate, you support me ... but because I am the little Phoenix's knife, otherwise you would have killed me long ago."

His hand grabbed Lin Shu's shoulders, and the cool air passed through Lin Shu's skin to his skin, even into the bone marrow.

In the plain tones, there is a familiarity that makes Lin Shu feel cold all over the body: "You don't want me, kill you with you."

Lin Shu hugged him in silence.

The small, cool body in his hand seemed to tremble slightly at the moment he was holding him.

"In the future ... you won't let go of your grievances and kill innocent people, I will always want you." Lin Shudao said.

"Just before they besieged you, before they besieged Little Phoenix, are they innocent?"

"No," Lin Shu gently walked along his back: "But you can't kill like that, you can't take pleasure in killing."

"You have done a lot of good things in the past two years, do you want to be the right person?"

Lin Shu's voice was a little dumb: "Don't you remember why Xiao Shao died?"

It is ashamed to speak until a long time later.

"People who hold salaries for everyone will eventually drown in the snow," he said. "If I'm like Little Phoenix, I won't die by myself."

Lin Shu: "How are you going to die?"

Ashamed but did not answer, but said: "He took away the grievances, but the world is still so bad, they will never be good unless they die."

He broke away from Lin Shu, his mouth ticked, and there was a faint madness in his eyes: "I have been buried for many people. I am going to die, at least for the world.

"Don't you want to return to Taohuayuan?" He said, "Kill everything and you will be clean."

After all, he didn't care about Lin Shu, he went forward.

Lin Shu looked at his back, remembering what had just been revealed in his words, and his heart was beating.

but……

He thought, but time was wrong.

This year, the big witch has led troops to attack Changyang City on the northern border.

——Changyang City.

He counts the days.

Unexpectedly, just today!

In February of this year, when the moon is full.

Too late.

Lin Shu took a deep breath and said, "Well worth it."

Well worth stopping.

Lin Shu: "You went wrong."

Worthy: "..."

He said, "You're heading southeast?"

Lin Shu: "Yes."

At this moment, it was worthy of being in the spring, looking at him, and saying something that Lin Shu couldn't understand.

"Lin Shu." He looked at the southeast, and then looked at Lin Shu: "You will miss me someday."

Lin Shu didn't know how to answer or what he was talking about. All he knew was that it was going to be night and it was going to be late, no matter whether he was going to Changyang City or Minzhou City, it was too late.

But he has one more thing to do.

Even if it was worthy of being lifted up, Yufeng rushed to the southeast of Minzhou City-regardless of the spirit being consumed in madness.

Relying on the memory and the knowledge of the ground learned in the course of "Nanxia Fengwu Kao", he finally rushed to the territory of Minzhou, but the direction of Minzhou City was unknown.

Lin Shu looked down in the air and saw a figure on the waterfront.

The man was in a stone pavilion and didn't know what he was doing.

He immediately fell down, went to the pavilion, and asked, "This brother, please Minzhou City-"

The man shook his head and shook his head, but ignored him, but said, "Brother Taiwan! I have a destiny to meet, and I really appreciate the legacy of my predecessors. It is better for you to enjoy it with me!"

Lin Shu: "Minzhou City-"

"Xiaotai, look at the bright moon in the sky, see Chunjiang in front of you-and look at the first sentence," the man pulled him to see the splash of ink on the pavilion wall, the voice prolonged, and he faltered: "Chunjiang-tide water ... Lian Haiping. "

"On the sea ... Mingyue-a common tide!" He was very excited: "Brother, do you know the name of this poem?"

Lin was too lazy to read the texts he had learned in his last life, turned around, and was entangled again. He said, "Chunjiang Huayueye."

"Exactly!" The man grinned and said, "Xiongtai must be a full-fledged person! Xiongtai looks at this! Who first saw the moon on the riverside, and the first year of the moonlight on the river ..."

"I still have this. At this moment, I don't know each other.

Lin Shu was pulled by his sleeves, unable to escape, and was about to pick up the spell to escape, but he heard the words, "What does it mean?"

That man had a new goal: "Little friends are commendable!"

Ashamed of him.

The man began to explain: "This Qianqiu poem, but the word" miss ". Separated between the two places, I do not know whether life or death, but this night of the full moon, the world looks to the moon in the sky, and that person must also be-incarnate With this moonlight, you will reunite with the person who looks at the moon ... My little friend, it will take you more than ten years to understand the truth. "

Shameless expressionless face: "Where is Minzhou City?"

The man was stunned by his blood-red eyes, and his soul was captured, pointing to the south.

Lin Shu no longer cares about this poetic idiot, and heads to the south, but the direction is not clear at first, until he sees the sky in the south, half-walled with blood.

Beacon fire everywhere.

a mess.

Lin Shu followed the blood and came to the city gate.

Seeing the army stationed outside the city, there was a solitude.

In the city, the forbidden surgery has fallen, and the wailing sounds shake the mountains.

In this half year, Meng Jian led the army to calm down the Fujian rebellion. The dawn has just begun, and in March, he can descend slowly.

However, on this day, the northern border, Changyang City was attacked, the defenders were defeated and the Nanxia soldiers were weak, but his army had a battle with the Beixia elite.

If troops are withdrawn at this time, Fujian will be in chaos, and when the chaos in Fujian is in chaos, the capital will be anxious.

If peace and chaos continue, the city of Changyang will break, and the army of the North Xia will drive straight in, and the mountains and rivers of Nanxia will not be guaranteed.

No matter how you choose, you are bound to die, and you have to face this dilemma when you are living.

At this time, Meng Jian and Shang Lingjian, the great national teacher who came to Japan at this time, made a decision that he regretted for life, but had to make a decision.

He spurred ancient embargoes to indiscriminately kill all living people in the entire city of Minzhou-the rebels in Minzhou completely lost the possibility of chaos.

Then, the army immediately set off and rushed to the battlefield of Beixia.

Lin Shu took a white gauze and put it on his head, and walked to the central handsome account.

The young Meng Jian stood in the open space. He looked at the blood in the city, and the light illuminated his face.

Lin Shudao: "General."

His eyes slowly turned to Lin Shu.

Lin Shu didn't talk to him much.

He just took out a piece of purple silk paper.

There is a complex shape on the silk.

"Soul Mark," he said, "but ... gathering spirits."

Meng Jian caught the purple silk, clenched it, and gave him a deep look, his voice trembling slightly: "Thank you."

The next moment, Meng Jian suddenly looked at the guards around him: "Go north immediately."

The horn sounded.

Meng Jian turned on his horse, and as soon as he rode in the dust, the hoofs of the horses boomed, and the army disappeared into the distant sky like a tide.

Well worth asking him, "What are you doing?"

Lin Shu: "Save someone."

His soul strength is now as thin as a piece of paper, barely being the realm of Jin Dan, and in no way can support him to reach the border.

But he can go to Minzhou.

Meng Jian is the practice of crossing the robbery at this time, he can.

And that soul mark ...

Two years ago, for the plague of chickens, he searched the books of Qingming Cave Heaven, and found no records about the Phoenix, but learned this magical magic.

At that time, he thought, if he learns to control the spirit, can he bring back Xiao Shao, who is flying away.

But after learning, the world is so big that the soul does not know where it has been scattered, and there is no trace.

But, at least today, it can save a person.

According to records, when Meng Jian arrived in Changyang City, it was when his elder brother Meng Fan was killed by Wan Jian.

Meng Fan, later Mr. Meng.

Shangling dream always smiles mild system.

Xiao Shao's soul has been scattered for a long time, and his soul cannot be reunited, but Mr. Meng is not. This soul seal can keep his soul intact.

As long as the soul stays alive.

Lin Shu exhaled softly.

Looked at him without doubt, "Who is it?"

Lin Shu thought that this little thing was too insecure and his mind was too small. At first Xiao Shao had two knives, and the other one was the same sadness. He was jealous and his eyes were bleeding, and Yingying was about to be strangled—now Xiao Shao was gone. Instead, he was afraid that Lin Shu would not want him, or that Lin Shu had someone else.

He explained, "Mr. Xue Gong."

Well worth not talking.

But Lin Shu looked at his face, frowned slightly, and said, "Your face ..."

Ashamed to touch his cheek.

Lin Shu saw the dark lines on his face and under his pale skin.

But he was worthy of being touched, Lin Shu gave him a bronze mirror.

Ashamed looking at his face in the mirror, he said, "It's the pattern on my body."

Lin Shu thought about the lines on the sword, and could barely match it.

He asked, "Why did it happen?"

Ashamed, there was a slight blankness in his eyes, and he looked towards the Minzhou City where the blood and fire were burning. Behind him was the shouting scream of tens of thousands of people in the city under the ban: "I said, a thousand years ago, I was buried here ... . "

Suddenly a slight red light came out of him!

Lin stunned for a moment.

It is worthy that the whole person is madly blurring, and the red light on the left chest is getting richer and thicker than blood.

Black gas, black gas in all directions, the resentment in the hearts of tens of thousands of people strangled in Minzhou, like thousands of blood vessels that connect the heart, are injected into the chest from all directions!

The light grew stronger and stronger, Lin Shu finally saw the appearance of the thing in his chest.

A beating, blood-red heart, guilty of dark grievances, was terrible and terrible. Lin Shu had seen it once, many years ago, on the tower where the big witch lived.

Too much, there is too much resentment in the city of Minzhou, the rivers are flowing backwards, and they are injected into the well-deserved chest-I am afraid that because of this, the spiritual power is out of control, showing a vision.

Lin Shu heard his voice shaking, "What's your heart?"

"It's my body." The clear voice was erratic: "Someone killed Ou Yezi's family in order to become emperor. Ou Yezi created me for revenge, dedicated it to him, and committed suicide. The man died when he touched me. Bleeding because I'm not a knife. "

His voice sounded in Lin Shu's ears: "I was always resentful."

Suddenly he hugged his head, and the whole man trembled violently!

Then he stepped forward uncontrollably.

"Minzhou City is calling me ..." He gasped, looking back at Lin Shu, but his eyes were all filled with blood, as if he could see nothing, and murmured in his mouth: "Lin Shu ... Lin Shu saved me. "

Lin Shu: "Well worth it!"

There was no sign of hearing, and the whole man was uncontrollably taken to Minzhou City.

Furious resentment is like a beast, and the two of them are like two dusts under a tornado.

Lin Shu stumbled and grabbed the well-deserved sleeve, but he was taken to Minzhou City.

There is no practice, there is no way, no matter what you say, you ca n’t see it or hear it ...

Lin Shu clenched his lips and clenched his folded bamboo sword.

All that remained was the infusion of swords, entangled with silence. He avoided the position of the heart, and drew the sword into the well-deserved chest where the meridians were dense!

As long as you can abolish the whole body's spiritual power ...

He had only this one thought in his mind, sending the sword forward.

The ashamed action stopped.

He lowered his head, looked at the point of the sword piercing his left chest, and slowly turned back.