On the grass in front of the temple, Jiang Nanjun asked Ling Xuanluo how he and that Er Jiang became friends. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After Ling Xuanluo finished talking about the Kunming tribe, Jiang Nanjun understood what the conversation between Ling Xuanluo and Duan Xiao meant that day in the Cuckoo Palace, and what kind of person was the so-called friend in his mouth.

The history of the Kunming tribe has a long history, even in the Central Plains, it is also very well-known. Its power is intertwined and spans several provinces, and if it is really used by the enemy to deal with the Condor Alliance, it will definitely become a major hidden danger for them in the future.

Thinking of this, Jiang Nanjun was anxious and secret, but he didn't show it, just commented quietly: "That old Zarai, who doesn't know Hengliu Immortal, but colluded with the fake ghost king and deliberately murdered him, is really not a good person. How can such a person sit at the head of a clan and benefit his people? If one is not right, it is difficult to say that it will bring disaster to other tribes. This time, the Bearded God Clan was almost wiped out, isn't there some reason for him? After saying these words, he bowed his head and said nothing.

Ling Xuanluo guessed his hidden worries, remembered Mo Qigong, and said in his heart that the straightforward man can be two types of people with Zalai. If the Kunming tribe can be led by him in the future, it is estimated that many people will benefit, and they are about to mention it, but they are suddenly alert, their ears move slightly, and they turn to the mountains and rocks not far away: "Who is where?" ”

Jiang Nanjun was shocked by him, and he was also shocked, and the two hurriedly got up and went around the stone pile to check, but they didn't see anyone. Jiang Nanjun thought that he was too nervous after the war and didn't care much. In Ling Xuanluo's mind, the sneaky back of the dragon elephant that he had seen outside the Bamboo Star Gate popped up.

But there is no evidence, and he can't be suspicious casually, so he can only give up looking for it, go to see Namtso with Jiang Nanjun, and make clear his intention to leave tomorrow.

On the last night of his stay in the Bearded Divine Clan, he came to the Valley of Camellias again, hoping to meet Sangya by chance, whether she was a human at this time, a blue peacock, or a wolf, he would not dislike her, he would only ask her to give him another chance, let him pour out all the words he held in his stomach last time.

It's a pity that the garden is full of flowers and shadows, obliquely draped in moonlight, but you can't see the shadow of anyone or animal.

"Sanya, where the hell have you been? Are you blaming me for hiding and not seeing me again? But did you know that I will leave tomorrow, and I don't know when and when I will come back? Does this mean that you and I don't know when and when we will see each other again? ”

He looked at the camellia, put his hands together into a trumpet, and called her name loudly to his lips, but from near to far, except for the "swish" sound of the wind blowing the flower branches, there was no sound to answer him.

He walked back to the temple in a daze, looked at the magnificent palace complex, and suddenly his heart moved, and he thought, "I will leave tomorrow, and since I can't see Sangya, it is better to visit Xiangli one last time." She looks the same as Sanya, if I look at her more, maybe I can make a new discovery? ”

Thinking of this, he hurriedly walked towards the lotus pond behind the temple.

The lotus pond was attacked by the wind and thunder of the South Wind Elder and was seriously damaged. Although Namtso has sent craftsmen to repair it, there are still traces of cracks left in many places.

Ling Xuanluo didn't need a lotus leaf boat, he stepped in the air, walked to the middle of the pond in a few clicks, and looked under the water of the pond with the light.

He has a pair of fairy eyes, and it is effortless to see the fragrant remains through the water waves. Outside the lotus pond, traces of battle can be seen everywhere, but nothing has changed in the pond. Namtso, as Shigemae did, placed the lotus coffin at the bottom of the lotus pond so that she would not be disturbed by anyone.

Ling Xuanluo stood in the lotus leaf, silently looking down, and the person he thought of in his heart was Sanya. At the same time, the scenes I spent with her kept flying in my mind.

(To be continued.) )