The city of Monkey King

The lake water gently spreads a few times and spreads back.

Nangong Yiren looked at the sketch of the lake bottom painted by the dwarf on the ground, biting his lip and then taking a few steps forward...

But when I walked to the lake, the footsteps stopped again.

Silence for a long time, and finally did not choose to go to the lake.

From the description of the dwarf, she can at least be clear. Qin Feng should be doing something very important at this time. If he goes to the lake, he will definitely disturb him.

The heart is very understanding, but it is worry and anxious. The Nangong Yi people sat down on the grass in the lakeside, holding their hands around their knees, and watching the lake intently.

At the same time.

The other side of this yin world, the cloud water world of the Yang dynasty.

Kunlun Mountain, between the incomplete Kunlun Peaks, has a melodious and mournful bell intermittent reverberation, even the falling snow is a sadness.

The peak of the celestial peak.

Before the tomb, the side was engraved with the tombstone of ‘Han Xiu’s wife, Xia Yurou’s tomb’. At this time, another monument was set up, ‘Kun’s 72nd generation cabinet owner Han Xiu’s tomb’.

Han Xiu burned his own body, but also protected the Qin wind with the sword into the soul, and the soul flew away, leaving no trace.

At last…

He can only be given to him by Xia Yurou, and he is also the favorite Taomu flute in his usual day. He was buried in the tomb of Xia Yurou, and they were buried together.

Sorrow and grief, in front of these two tombstones, Yun Ling was filial piety, she did not know why, her heart hurts, so painful... painful to breathe.

What is this feeling... Why is it so painful...

There is sluggishness in the eyes, and it is silly to sit in front of this tomb.

There is also a girl, Yue Ying, the only disciple of Han Xiu.

The same is wearing a filial piety, sitting side by side with Yun Ling, looking at the tombstone of Han Xiu, tears can not stop flowing down.

Perhaps because of Han Xiu’s ambiguity about Yun Ling, he has been his only female disciple for decades.

For Yue Ying, Han Xiu is like her, like a teacher like a father!

Behind the second woman is the deacon of all the elders of Kunlun Mountain. Around the Tianzhu Peak, there are 80,000 Kunlun disciples, all of whom are tied with white linen belts on their heads.

The wine madman stood at the front of the Kunlun crowds. At this moment, he no longer smashed. The scum was completely scraped clean, and the hair was already cleaned. He was wearing a blue gold robes. This is Kunlun. The clothing of the owner.

I watched the two stone tablets in front of the tomb.

These two people, one is a young man who grew up together, he was born and died, and the other is a woman who loved his life, even without regret.

This is him...

The two most important people in this world.

However, these two people are now leaving him.

In his eyes, it seems to have the scene of a hundred years ago...

Fenghua Taolin, he and Han Xiu went to find Ouyang Shaoqin, that time... Their brothers and sisters saw Xia Yurou for the first time. It is so beautiful, just a glance, their brothers and sisters are 愣In the same place.

A white dress, lying on the top of the peach blossom branch, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, slightly sideways.

‘There is a guest to meet, when the wine meets. ’

Xia Yurou’s light words are still clear in the ears.

He and Han Xiu, both at that moment, identified the woman as life and death.

"Brother, you used to take a step earlier than me. Now it is still a step earlier than me. You can stay with her. You know... my brother, I am envious."

Muttering to himself, the wine madman took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The red eyes had a drop of tears.

Hey~

The bell rang again.

"kneel!"

The sound of the hoarse voice of the Kunlun nine elders was sounded.

Lu Changyi's left hand and a pair of sleeves robes went down to the tombstone on one knee. Behind him, the deacon of Kunlun, the elders, the 80,000 Kunlun disciples, all knees.

"The sword starts!"

Another shouting out, in an instant, 80,000 long swords rise to the sky, the most middle one is the Kunlun Shangqing sword, the sword sorrows over the nine days, resounding throughout the Kunlun Mountains.

‘The way is right, very, brother, maybe... I understand your way now. ’

Lu Changyi looked at the two tombstones, his wine sword... completely dissipated in his heart.

From today, he wants to inherit the path of Jianxin from Han Xiu!

Wind and snow, falling and falling.

The land of the Kyushu Center, Yuzhou Xiancheng.

At the 19th floor of the Tongxiang Pavilion at the moment, there are only 13 people in the grand hall, nine men and four women. These 13 people are all the old people of the League of Legends. It can be said that they are the 13 peaks in the cloud.

Now the movement of the Kyushu monks is out of their thirteen hands.

In addition to the Guangyuan old monk, the Yuan Ying monk and the Gongsun with this knot, the other eleven, all of them are fake infants.

Among the thirteen people, the presiding over the meeting was naturally the Eastern Qing who was the vice-president.

"You, this time I called everyone to come, just to discuss something with everyone."

The East is frowning, and obviously this thing is not small.

"In the past few days, I have received reports from all over Kyushu. Nowadays, the situation is getting more and more tense, so I am facing a problem. The existence of our comprehension community is open to mortals. If you want to know... Together with the big battle of the Stars, Kyushu will be completely disrupted. There is no time to take care of those mortals, and it is natural that it will not open at all times."

This matter, the East has been thinking for a long time...

Once open to mortals, the tens of billions of mortals in the cloud waters will completely fall into the world view.

But if this is not the case, the million-dollar monks of Xianmeng will not be able to fight against the Stars.

As soon as Dong Fengqing’s proposal was made, the hall was in a state of silence. This kind of thing has never happened in the millennium.

Even a thousand years ago, Yunshui’s million-dollar repairs and the Tianxing teachings have never been done.

However, they are also very clear. Today, in the past, the battle of the millennium, the power of the stars was a cohesive force, not scattered, and the decisive battle is a state chaos.

However now...

The Tianxing sects are distributed in Kyushu, and there are disasters everywhere. The strength and number of people have accumulated through the millennium, and it is far more than the amount of chaos before the millennium.

Once this scale is fully developed, it will be difficult to continue to maintain the order of the mortal world.

"The situation is urgent, and you can't care. After an hour, I hope that you can give me a reply."

The East cleaned the crowd and then got up and left the pavilion.

Gongsuntong, the youngest emperor who is the youngest, is also immersed in contemplation in sitting position, and will open the realm to the mortal...

This kind of thing is definitely not a joke.

From the ancient times to the present, the cloud water industry has never happened like this.

Xianfan distinction, this is the rule of tens of thousands of years.

Once this inheritance iron rule is broken, what happens in Kyushu, no one can think of it.

But things are the same as those spoken by Dongfang Qing. I haven’t thought too much time to consider it. Is it really necessary to do this? ! 2k novel reading network