Lonely moon night.

The monks who escaped from Mount Lushan pulled out the heartworms under the treatment of the medicinal disciples and wrapped the wounds. But the smell of sorrow is hard to clean up, and there is a deadly taste in the air.

Xue Meng sat on the beach of Lin Lingyu. He placed the dragon city scimitar on his leg and watched the tides rise and fall together.

Suddenly behind the footsteps, he turned back and his eyes were round and full of ardent hope. After seeing the people, he immediately disappointed and re-opened his eyes to the sea.

Mei Hanxue sat down beside him.

"You received a message and you went back to death. He went so fast, let me come over and tell you."

"..."

"You don't seem to be in a good mood with you."

"Know it."

Mei Hanxue didn't roll, and gave him a sheepskin pot: "Drinking?"

Xue Meng was angry and looked back like a hedgehog with a sharp needle: "Drink your head! I am not so depraved!"

Mei Hanxue smiled, and the golden soft hair was extraordinarily gentle in the sea breeze. His eyes were like light jasper, and it was like two pools of green water and falling flowers.

"When you drink, how can you fall?" Mei Hanxue raised his hand and licked the broken hair, the silver bell tied to his wrist. "I heard that the dead and the dead don't make people □ □, but get drunk Always ok."

"..."

"I heard that Chu Xianjun loved pears and whites. You are his apprentice. How to learn will not be half his size."

Xue Meng gave him a look, Zhang mouth seems to want to lick something, but in the end nothing was embarrassing, grabbed the wine bag to untie, and drank a big mouth.

"Good spirit. This is the shochu of the Snow Palace, the taste is the most -"

"Hey!" The good-spirited Xue Shaozhu squirted a big sip, his face, "cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!!!"

"..." Mei Xuexue licked his lips and seemed to be a little surprised. "Can you not drink?"

Xue Meng's face could not pass, pushed away the hand he tried to get back to the wine sac, and slammed his head and slammed it. This time it was even more powerful. After swallowing, he turned his head and shouted "wow" and spit it out.

Some of Mei Hanxue’s rare things are incomprehensible: “I don’t know about you... forget it, don’t drink it.”

"Get out!"

"Give me the jug."

"Roll!" Xue Meng was under the focus, whoever yelled at him, he screamed at Mei Hanxue with anger. "You told me to drink and drink, you told me to stop, I stopped, my face? I want to face ?"

As I said, I patted my cheeks hard and I was already drunk.

The sorrow of death and death has been rumored: a thousand cups are not drunk Chu master, a cup of Xue Shaozhu.

Mei Hanxue is not a dead person. Naturally, he does not know this sentence. He knows that he will not use spirits to fill him.

After Xue Meng spit out, he held the wine bag and drank it. This time, he snorted and drank four or five mouths before he took a breath, and then his face became more ugly.

Mei Hanxue immediately took back the wine sac and frowned: "Don't drink, go back to rest, you have been blowing the sea breeze for a long time."

But Xue Meng insisted: "I have to wait for someone to come back."

"..."

"I...I..." Xue Meng looked at him straight and stared for a moment, suddenly burst into tears. "You don't understand, you don't understand, I wait for my brother, I wait for my teacher, I wait for the division." Uh... do you know? Four people, one less is not right, and one less is not the same..."

Mei Hanxue knows how to comfort a woman.

It’s nothing more than a few words of self-satisfaction, and the next month before the flower is promised, the right medicine, the medicine to the disease.

But he has never comforted a man.

Xue Meng does not need to be comforted. He just stayed for a long time. When the wine came up, he finally broke the levee. He just wanted to vent.

"Four people, only one of me, now I am left alone - my heart is uncomfortable. Mom, you don't understand?!"

Mei Han Xue sighed and said: "I understand."

"You are a liar, you know there are ghosts." Xue Meng cried, suddenly buried his head, he held the dragon knife, like holding the last dead wood, a floating grass.

The liar didn't know how to persuade, so he said again: "That's good, I don't understand."

"The dog thing that doesn't have a heart, why don't you understand?!" There is no reason to talk to the drunkard. Xue Meng slammed his face fiercely and glared at him, but his tears were sullen, "I don't understand anything." Isn't it easy to understand?"

He extended his finger: "Four!!"

Remove one, then remove one. When the third one is removed, he collapses again. It seems that the third finger is his lacrimal gland. Xue Meng said: "There is one left, I still have one. You understand. ?"

Mei Hanxue: "..."

He didn't want to be a liar, and he didn't want to be a dog thing, so he couldn't answer if he didn't understand it. He just didn't talk.

Xue Meng took advantage of him for a while, then turned his head: "vomiting!!!!!"

The most popular is Mei Gongzi. In the past, others were staring at his face and making a fool. This is the first one. I stared at him for a moment and actually gave it a shot.

Mei Hanxue has some slight headaches: "What happened to you? When I was a child, I gave you Houttuynia, you spit. When you grow up, you can drink Kunlun wine, and you spit. It is really harder to wait than the girl. ”

He looked at the man who leaned over and stunned and couldn't breathe. The light blue eyes were full of helplessness: "Okay, when you are finished, spit it out, go back and rest. Your brother, you. Whether you are a teacher or a friend, you will not like to see you like this."

He said, got up and went to help Xuemeng.

Xue Meng’s spit is probably a little vain, his footsteps are floating, and he has never tried to break the arms of others.

Mei Hanxue took him from the long coast, from the back door of the lonely moon night, ready to send him into the house to rest.

But before entering the flower hall door, Mei Hanxue felt a heavy killing in the air.

He slammed Xue Meng, and the two men immediately hid behind the corridor. Xue Meng couldn't help but scream, but he was stunned by Mei Hanxue.

"Don't say anything."

"Hand... hand open... I... want to vomit..." I can barely hear it.

Mei Han Xuedao: "Swallow it."

Xue Meng: "..."

Afraid of the troubles caused by this drunk, Mei Hanxue raised his hand on Xue Meng's lips and applied a curse, then he turned his face and turned, and looked into the flower hall.

The scene in front of him made him instantly shocked.

- ink burning? !

At this time, most of the heads and elders have returned to their respective sects. The mountains are amazed, and they need to strengthen the enchantments of their respective territories.

However, there were still a lot of injured monks in the lonely moon night. At this moment, they gathered in the flower hall and stared in horror at the man standing in the center of the flower hall.

"Hey." The ink burned in black gold and the cloak of the earth, squinting at the eyes and looking around. "Looking at this familiar face, I can't think of it for years. I can see you here again and again."

Someone braved the courage to say to him: "Ink, ink rain! What crazy you suddenly!! Are you caught?!"

"Go crazy?" The ink burned thin lips and sneered, "Speak like this, the person who is crazy is yourself."

After saying that everyone saw a black light flashing, the man stayed in the same place, and a blood splattered from the chest and went straight to the zenith.

"Kill, kill!"

"What do you do with ink?!"

Someone shouted and shouted: "Fast, go find the **** head! Go to the **** head!"

"Oh?" The ink burned slowly and squinted. "Ginger, Jiang Yan?"

"..."

"This person's level is good. In the top of the people who have killed this place, there is always no problem."

"What the **** are you talking about?!"

Mei Hanxue also felt that something was wrong. This is not the Mo Zong teacher he has ever seen. This man is resentful, and there is a sigh of relief on his body.

No matter how you look at it, it looks exactly like the ink burns, and the sound is not bad. Who can completely reproduce the look and tone of another person in such a short period of time?

There is a lonely moon in the flower hall: "Mr. Mozong, I am afraid that you are cursed by the dragon of Lushan. You should sit down and wait for the old man to give you a pulse..."

If the words are not finished, they will be interrupted.

"What do you mean?" The ink burned and narrowed his eyes. "The old man, turning around, is it sick?"

Elder: "..."

"Since I want to cure this disease, this seat will help you. There is no patient in the world, starving to be a doctor, this reason understands this." He said, the black shadow plundered, and the flower hall screamed again and again, **** splashes.

Waiting for the ink to burn a black robe, calmly back to the center of the hall, standing on the dark red Du Ruo carpet, the entire hall has been missing arms, broken legs, broken legs, and some people are even more miserable, directly He took out the heart, liver, spleen and stomach, and died.

The ink burned and looked at the elder who had fallen to the ground and said, "How are you sending so many patients to you for treatment? Are you happy?"

"Ink... ink rain..."

“Opening a good life, congratulations on making a fortune.” The ink-burning show smiled, and then walked out in the group or the whole body, or the dead body, “Oh, yes.”

When he was in front of the hall, he turned his face and said to those people: "I almost forgot to say that it has been a few hundred years since I was in the upper world. I remember to speak with you at the head of the branch - this seat will be repaired sooner or later. All the sects in the world are all flattened."

Sexually hard people are hoarse and hoarse: "The ink burns, you don't plant! You dare to come to the flower hall where the monks are seriously injured. You are afraid to face the other heads!"

"Afraid of them?" The ink burned and narrowed his eyes. "Even if you join hands again, the army will press the border. As long as you don't want to die, who can hurt you?"

"Ink burned, are you crazy?! Are you and Hua Binan a group?! You, what do you want to do?!"

The ink-burning dimple is deep and clear, and after a while it is slow: "...What do you want in this seat?"

His handsome face seemed to flash a strange brilliance, and then he closed his throat.

"What I want in this seat is not even clear to myself. In short, no one in this world can give it, no one can win this seat again." He faintly, "The body has been walking for so many years, there is no desire." But, if you have to ask one -"

He smiled awkwardly.

Opening your eyes, the black scorpion seems to have a scarlet glow.

"Look at you dead."

Full of stunned. The smoldering eyes swept over the face of Zhang Baibai, and couldn’t help it anymore. He laughed and said: "I have never seen such a interesting scene for a long time, it is very lively."

"Ink burning... you are really crazy..."

"You have said this for the second time." Suddenly the smile tightened and only heard a loud noise! In the blink of an eye, the ink burned and rushed to the person behind him. One hand slammed down and smashed his brain! !

"what--!"

In the screaming voice, the ink burned the stunned face of the **** stain, revealing a pair of extremely embarrassing, extremely animalistic eyes, swept past the crowd like a bird.

"If you are not crazy and crazy, I am afraid that you will marry your Excely."

The man who was called your lord was shattered, his blood was full of faces, his ink was burning, but he was too lazy to take a look, as if he had eaten a meal that was unusual, calm and cold. Everyone.

"Well, the idiot who killed today is enough." He slowly picked up his smile and gently pushed the body and kicked it to the side. "People, it’s always boring to kill once. It’s much worse. When the seat is lonely, leave you to live for a few days."

After a pause, I continued: "When is itchy? When will you crush your head and play?"

In a **** mottle, he slowly pulled out the hall and came to the door, and he squatted again and again: "Before that, remember to keep your head."

He said that he laughed loudly, wrapped his cloak, and slammed the ground, and the figure quickly disappeared behind the arch.

Three days later.

In the stone chamber of the Dragon Blood Mountain, the ink-burning and Chu-nighting are still affected by the spell, and they are in a coma. The sizzling stove suddenly creaked, and black smoke and blood poured out inside, followed by a scream of screaming and screaming out from inside, echoing in the cave.

The ink burned openly and woke up.

The heart has not hurt, and there is no injury. The mysterious thin smoke that was previously connected between him and Chu Yuning has also been exhausted.

"Master!"

He immediately got up, but suddenly saw the third person in the cave.

The man stood facing him at the stone table, and was carefully measuring the incense burner that exudes a burnt smell. The figure was slender and beautiful, and he couldn’t say good-looking. He uncovered the furnace cover, and a long, greasy hand clipped out a thousand petals from the inside, and held it in the palm of his hand.

"It’s really ruined." He whispered, and then pressed the black flowers to powder.

In the ashes, there was a bright white brilliance. The man looked at the white light with his hand, and he was quite fortunate: "Oh, fortunately, when I refining this flower, I melted my own soul inside. It’s not that piece of soul that gives me directions. It’s not easy to find this cave.”

The white light seemed to understand his words, slowly winding around the person, but the color was getting weaker and thinner, and finally disappeared completely.

The ink burns hoarsely: "You are..."

When I heard the movement, the man put down the smoker and sighed: "Wake up?"

"who are you?"

The man faintly said: "Who do you think I can still be."

His voice sounded familiar, but the ink burned just awakened, and the consciousness was still a little faint. It was like having a big dream, but it didn't react for a while.

Who can this person be?

Listening to him only speaks, it seems to be related to the mysterious black flower, refining flowers and grasshoppers is the best thing for the lonely moon night... is... Hua Binan?

When I thought of Hua Binan, I immediately thought of the teacher, and the ink burned a bit of hatred, but before I spoke, the man came back.

The light and shadow in the cave was faint, but as the man turned his face, it was full of brilliance, and his birth was really beautiful.

This person is used to the long hair that is laid down. At this moment, the high-end of the word is embellished with a fine-grained towel. The end of the person is perfectly placed in front of the forehead. The whole person’s mental appearance is very different. A pair of peach eyes contain emotions, clear and clear.

It’s such a beautiful woman, but the ink is shocked like a thunder, and the two words are coming out like a sharp arrow.

"Teacher?!!"

The one who came is the teacher... The one who came is actually a teacher! !

The beautiful man of this genius has smashed his hair and faintly said: "A burning, seeing me, so surprised."

The blood flow collided with the periosteum, the intracranial creaking, the burning brain could not turn around, and it was impossible to guess why the teacher would suddenly appear here, why would it be such a strange expression.

His whole person is stiff, and all the words are in the throat. In the end, hesitantly said: "...your eyes..."

"No injuries." The teacher smiled and rushed toward the ink. "I am coming to see the people I admire. If I am blind, I am ugly, who would like me?"

"..."

The smoldering slowly returned to God from his ridiculous manners, but he couldn’t speak for a while. The horror was like a black cloud, and there was a blank in his mind.

"You...how would it be you...the cold scale holy hand!!"

The anger in my heart suddenly surged.

At this moment, the ink burned finally understood the feelings of the previous Xuemeng. Nothing was more painful than the betrayal of the old people who were getting along with each other.

"The cold scale holy hand!"

"Oh, he." The teacher smiled. "I am coming to Japan and I am not in a hurry to explain."

He said, step by step, until it is close to the ink burning.

Shi Yan smiled and said: "I have experienced such a big twist compared to talking about the cold scale sage. I still want to talk to my admired person first."

The smoldering is extremely angry and chilling, and his face is more and more blue: "Between you and me, there is nothing to talk about."

The handsome man's man chuckled: "Well?" His eyes were soft, like a haze, staring at the burning face: "...you and my temper are repelled, there is really nothing to talk about."

He said that the robe was swaying from the ink-burning side and went to the front of Chu. The ink burned still did not respond, and the teacher had not stretched out a delicate and even hand, and looked down at the cheek of Chu.

"..." The ink burned in the air, but still did not understand what it meant.

The teacher gaze at Chu Yuning, and no one can softly say: "Master, the coward is hurting you? It's pitiful... But then, are you going to restore your memory?"

The squid-like fingertips point to the lower lip of the sleeping person, and the teacher narrows his eyes, but the beauty is still the same, but like drinking.

"Recovering the memory is also good. Some of the hands and feet that you moved, some of me still can't think of a reason, you wake up, we can also ask each other for advice."

He paused and smiled: "In the last life, your organs counted, and the sky was over the sea, and the disciples were bullied. If you change to others, you will toss me. It’s not enough to die a hundred times, but you are doing it with me, I am still It hurts you to love you."

He said, looked at the ink and glanced, then actually leaned over and kissed him on the cheek of Chu, and sighed and sighed: "Whoever makes me like you. My good teacher."