Too Early

Sitting at the bedside, Li Heng first looked at Yang Lin lying on the bed and found that his elders did not know when he had fallen asleep. This made him cover the quilt and took the sea otter out of the door, saying: If you don't want to stay here, you can go."

Haiyan stared at Li Heng’s face and asked, "What about you?"

In the breeze, the sun shines, the whole Lingxiaomen is green and the scenery is beautiful.

Li Heng wore a short jersey with a linen cloth. He was in a good posture, with long hair behind his back, revealing a smooth forehead and a sloppy eyebrow. His expression was light, but Haiyan could feel it. Li Heng was watching Ling. When you are in the door, your eyes are warm.

"Here is our home, how can we leave it? Now it is indeed weak, but then how, I am with my family, what kind of suffering can be combined." Li Heng said softly, Then I turned to look at the sea otter. "The feeling of home, do you understand?"

Haiyan’s slight glimpse, he remembered the days spent at Yang’s family.

"If you don't leave, you shouldn't have to live like this. If you are bullied, you won't be able to fight back, like a coward." Haishu said coldly.

Li Heng’s look has not changed. Looking at Haiyan’s eyes is like looking at a child. He asked: “What do you think you should do?”

Haishu asked him: "Don't you have a strong heart?"

Li Heng smiled softly: "Is there a strong heart enough?"

Haishu really thinks that they have not been saved. A group of monks who can cultivate are being bullied by others. In the end, even the thoughts of rebellion that have been bullied are gone. They are humble and kneeling, and they are obedient. What can such people expect?

I don't want to say anything, Haishu turned away and left Yang Lin's residence.

The sun was shining high, and Haitang’s full of indignation had nowhere to say. On the way back to his courtyard, he stopped and then turned his direction and walked toward Lingtian.

Already at lunch time, the part that was trampled has been taken care of most of the time, and after the events that happened in the morning, there is only one person left in the vast Lingtian, who teaches the monks.

The robes of the Fang Dao people were off the edge of the field, and the long white hair was behind the head. He bent down and picked up the puppets that were stepped on. The solitary figure looked a little pitiful on the large-scale Lingtian.

The sea otter walked over from the side of the field, and stopped until the side of the squadron. He looked at the seedlings that were lifted up under his feet and did not speak.

The Fang Dao Dao straight up and looked at Haitang and asked, "Is there anything?"

Haiyan looked at the thin old man and asked directly: "Do you even have a strong heart? Can you resist it?"

Fang Fangdao lowered his eyes and stroked the dust on the sleeves and said, "You don't understand."

"Oh." Haishu smiled when he was on the phone. "I said that I don't understand. I really don't understand. On the day of my birth, I was the pride of the sky. I used to be respectful to others. I used to bully others. I am used to stepping on all the people who are not pleasing to the eye. Before today, I never felt that I was wrong."

The teacher taught him to look at him, his eyes wide and tolerant.

"Until today, I saw the group of people, seeing it all from the perspective of a bystander. How much disgusting the faces of the people in my eyes, how disgusting I was before." Haitang paused. Then, I went on to say, "Now, I am not a Shiwei, but I am not willing to be a bully like you, even rebel, I dare not."

The Fang Dao people looked up at a mountain in the distance and shook his head: "You still don't understand."

"I don't understand?"

Haishu looked at the teaching of Ling Xiaomen in front of him, and raised his eyebrows. When he just said something, he heard a voice with a sly voice behind him: "You really don't understand."

The person in the square was slightly stiff, and turned to the sea at the same time. More than a dozen people wearing black moon robes fell from the air and stood in front of the two.

According to the people of the Moon Court? Haitang frowned, did they take the Lingmi away? How come back?

Among the more than ten people, there are five people who have just asked for Lingmi. Zhao Lu respectfully follows behind a strong man.

"Elder An Zhi, it sounds like they are hiding their grief." Zhao Lu bent over and said with a charming expression.

The eyes of the Fangdao people stayed on the Anzhidao people for a moment, as if they had reacted to it. They quickly bent down and slammed their hands: "The guests are approaching, failing to meet, forgiveness and forgiveness."

Ling Xiaomen’s disciples also noticed the movements of Lingtian, and they rushed over. When they saw the people in the Yuege Pavilion, they stopped and didn’t know what these people meant when they returned.

Haishu looked at the monk, known as the elder of An Zhi. He was tall and looked like a middle-aged man. The five officials were serious, but his eyes were sharp and unusual. His body was more majestic and the whole person was not angry. Wei, belonging to the immortality of the immortality of the land, has caused many people to breathe poorly.

An Zhidao looked at the Fangdao people with no expression, suddenly raised his hand and patted the palm of his hand: "Good acting, I was almost cheated by you."

Ling Xiaomen’s disciples knew that these people were not good, and they were shocked by his sudden movements. His expression was uneasy, but Haiyan looked at the fog and didn’t know what they were talking about.

The Taoist Taoist people have not changed their minds. They only bent down humbly and bowed their heads and said: "What do you mean by not knowing what you mean?"

"Don't understand?" The voice of An Zhidao is light and gentle. He looks at the seemingly honest and humble party and laughs. "I don't understand, I don't know, I will let you know."

After finishing the conversation, the Anzhi Dao people no longer look at the Fang Dao, but raise their feet and walk toward the direction of a dwarf mountain.

Zhao Lu smiled and looked at the singer and the other Lingxiaomen disciples around Lingtian: "Go, go see."

The Fang Dao Tao looked at the aspect where An Zhidao went, his face was slightly sinking, but at this time he had no choice but to follow the past.

Haitang looked at the low mountain not far away. The mountain is only half the height of the main peak of Lingxiaomen. The mountain is covered with stone. It looks plain and impermanent. It has no merits. He has never been there, but Haitang. When I remembered that I had just talked with the party, I thought that the Taoist people looked at the dwarf mountain several times and had a long-sighted look.

What is there?

Elder An Zhi took everyone to the foot of the dwarf mountain, and did not mean to go forward. He just stopped and his wrists trembled. A white flying sword suddenly came out. In the eyes of Haishu’s doubts, he suddenly slammed into the mountains. A huge stone with two people at the foot!

The sword whistling, the boulder shattered, the gravel scattered all over the place, and the rich and pure aura spewed out.

Through the flying dust, Haitang saw a young man wearing a common clothes and sitting cross-legged.

The young man looked like he was only seventeen or eight years old, his eyebrows were clear, and the five senses were quite good, but at this moment he was closed and pale, his mouth was with bloodshot just overflowing, and his aura was like a white mist. He wrapped it, but was stunned by the sword, and the aura rolled like boiling hot water, and he completely controlled the boy!

An Zhidao looked at the boy, and the corner of his mouth pulled out a cold arc. The light flashed in his palm. A round bronze mirror appeared in front of everyone. The mirror directly looked at the boy. Inside the mirror, it showed a fullness. The gray sage is full of vitality, and forty-six scented leaves grow on it, lush and spiritual.

Is a disciple with a gray fairy, and this disciple is young, it is already the repair of the forty-six leaf realm!

For a moment, everyone was quiet, and the restless mood floated in the void.

The sea otter looked at the singularly singularly, with a shock, and the blood on the face of the party was faded and pale.

Hey.

The applause sounded from the Anzhi Dao, and he smiled and looked at the Dao Dao: "It’s so good to hide. If your people are showing their feet, I can’t really find out his existence."

"Gray kind, good, really good." An Zhidao's gaze fell back to the boy who had been under his control, whispered.

The square-headed man had a blue-legged forehead on his forehead. He moved in front of the exposed teenager, then raised his eyes and looked at the Anzhi Dao, who was cold and with a sense of killing. The old face was pleading: "Adult, I beg you, beg you, he, he is the only hope of our sect."

The Fangdao people bit their teeth, and then, in front of all their disciples, they slammed into the Anzhidao people. His voice was hoarse and his voice was humble: "I beg you an adult, we dare not teach with you." For the enemy, just ask you to let go of our disciples."

"Your disciple?" An Zhidao looked at the disciple, and his mouth was hooked. The yin and coldness that could not be said was cold. "It has already been forty-six, and even if he is forced to switch to our disciples, he will not be faithful. Since this is the case..."

brush!

The flying sword in the hands of An Zhidao became a streamer, and it suddenly came out, stirring up the air and waves, and the boundless killings poured out!

The party’s face suddenly changed, and he got up and stopped, but it was still late!

In the blink of an eye, the flying sword came to the left chest of the teenager, passing through the heart, and his strength was strong. He directly took the boy sitting on the floor with his knees and slammed it and nailed it on the mountain wall!

The bright red blood spurted out from the chest of the teenager, dyed his clothes, and the young eyelashes trembled. He wanted to open his eyes and look at it, but he finally lowered his head and completely disappeared.

"Jiang Yue!" The monk watched his disciple being killed by a flying sword on the mountain wall. He was screaming and screaming. He shouted and shivered and slowly fell to the ground. .

"Teacher!"

"Ah! You are a group of beasts!"

After the ultimate silence, it is a desperate roar.

The whole Lingxiaomen people are crazy, and the blood flowing out of Jiang Yue seems to redeem their eyes. That is their hope for the future of Lingxiaomen!

For example, the trapped beast that was forced into desperation, in the boundless despair, gave birth to tears that ruined everything. Everyone picked up his fist and walked toward the moon pavilion.

For many years, I only want to let Jiang Yue grow up, but now, Jiang Yue is dead, and the hope of the martial art is gone.

What is terrible? Once even dignity can be thrown away, let alone life?

An Zhidao people looked at the angry disciples who came to themselves~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The corner of the mouth smacked a sloppy arc: "I really don't care."

The body of Anzhidao was shocked. A fairy tree of up to two hundred feet was broken behind him. The turbulent aura whizzed out, the waves were rolling, the wind was raging, and between the moments, all the disciples of Lingxiaomen would be I flew out!

Haishu’s arm was injured. He stood up and sat up halfway. He found that the dwarf mountain was in a mess, and Ling Xiaomen’s disciples no longer stood.

The disciples of Zhaoyue Pavilion looked at them with a high confinement, just like looking down at a group of ants.

An Zhidao walked to the front of Jiang Yue, who was nailed to the mountain wall. After careful scrutiny, he smiled. He turned to look at the sorrowful and sorrowful sorrowful person. "We are really good at what we expected." Although you are poor at Lingxiaomen, with the resources of your martial art, there are several disciples who are forty years old, but you are not."

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