Xu Lin turned his face away, and under Mingru's expectant gaze, he suddenly appeared, it turned out that he was also afraid, or rather, it was his Xu Lin's weak heart. "Top" point "small" said, 2+3x

Qing Ming, the woman who now has green mountains and green waters as her neighbors, but she died in her arms, and if you want to say that the whole Kunlun can make Ming Ru care about the most, since her dead ghost brother, Qing Ming is definitely in the first place.

But what about after that?

Xu Lin suddenly showed a trace of bitterness that could not be concealed, facing Mingru, or himself, he laughed, shook his head and took a step back, and when he looked at Mingru again, Xu Lin's mood became undisturbed again, but just said lightly: "You treat me like a brother and sister, but I know that the lotus flower in my heart has already fallen into my heart, just like the trunk of the peach forest in front of me, which can never bloom again." ”

Mingru was stunned, how could she not understand Xu Lin's words, but she never thought that Xu Lin would say it in person, she still didn't expect it.

That is, the silence of this paragraph, Xu Lin has already turned around, with the sky that has gradually dimmed, there is no fragrance full of the fragrance of the garden pavilion, Xu Lin's figure is dissipating, just like the white mist in front of him, walking slowly, and leaving without looking back.

The heartache of being dazed and lost was bred in the heartache for no reason, Mingru looked at the dissipated back, and his face trembled palely.

I still remember that when the flowers bloomed that year, a young man's shyness, like a bud waiting to bloom, made people look forward to it, Mingru saw the young Xu Lin at that time, and was gently called: "Senior sister!"

Taoyuan practiced the sword, how many times did he have a simple smile, what kind of shyness did he have, the young man was looking forward to it, and she was waiting for him to grow up in her heart.

There is his shadow there, the dead Akashi, her younger brother, once had the same demeanor, so her rootless heart, found a place again, it was the chagrin of the past, Mingru bit the corner of her mouth, still looking at the direction of the figure that had long gone, and was silent for a long time.

When a calloused hand was placed on her shoulder, Mingru turned around, and what she had in her eyes was a thin layer of mist, and when she saw it in her eyes, she couldn't help but sigh: "It's hard to collect the water, it's hard to find the way back, and it's hard for the prodigal son to turn back!"

"Master, I'll persuade again"

Without waiting for Mingru to finish speaking, Qingxu Zhenren waved his hand and said with a wry smile: "Since he doesn't want to, why do you have to force it?"

Mingru wanted to say something, but saw that in the depths of Qingxu Zhenren's eyes, a faint trace of imperceptible cold light could be seen, and then he said to Mingru: "Just because I am Qingxu, I have never accepted a disciple like him!"

After that, he turned around and left, leaving only Mingru alone, looking at the peach trees that were full of peach blossoms in the garden, with a sad face.

In the back mountain of Lianxia Peak, the Blood Killing Monk was looking around at the monks of the Black Bird Camp who were meditating with their eyes closed, and they pouted boredly.

Qinghu is not big here, and it is not small to say small, but it is only a place where you can see the edge at a glance, for the monks of the Black Bird Camp who have just come out of the cage, compared to the captivity in the dark palace, most people can be satisfied, and this Kunlun Mountain is a treasure land of immortals who have cultivated all the way, and this is enough.

However, the bloody monk at this moment doesn't think so, when he was imprisoned, maybe the current day is what he yearns for the most, but after leaving with Xu Lin, the mind of the bloody monk began to be active again, and then think of the flowers in the world, and the sigh of the bloody monk is one after another.

"What's the matter, you don't think it's interesting here?" The Eagle Seal Daoist threw a piece of meat in his hand into the mouth of a golden-haired puppy on the ground, and said with a sneer.

The bloody monk glanced at the Eagle Seal Daoist, and snorted angrily: "Buddha, I don't have the heart to quarrel with you now, and I don't have the heart to meddle with rats." ”

The Eagle Seal Daoist wanted to reply and continue to stimulate the bald donkey monk for a few words, but the hating wolf, who was sitting not far away, suddenly opened his eyes and interjected: "The one who started is back." ”

Immediately, the Eagle Seal Daoist closed his mouth tightly, and the bloody monk hurriedly jumped up and stretched out his head to look, and after a while, he saw a faint phantom on the steps under the mountain, and walked over unslowly, it was Xu Lin.

It can be seen that at this time, Xu Lin originally stretched his neck to kill the monk with blood, and quickly retracted his neck, and sat back honestly, while the rest of the monks of the Black Bird Camp stayed in place silently with a very tacit understanding, no one dared to squeak, only the hating wolf stood up, walked towards Xu Lin, and bowed generously: "Hit the head, is there something wrong?"

Xu Lin glanced at the hating wolf in front of him, knowing what this person was asking, or worried about the previous entry into the mountain gate, so he waved his hand, and then looked at the Eagle Seal Daoist not far away, who quickly got up and came over, followed by a puppy with a golden retriever all over his body.

Subconsciously, Xu Lin glanced at the dog, and then looked at the Eagle Seal Daoist: "Do you have a way to hide from my divine sense?"

The Eagle Seal Daoist didn't understand much for a while, and asked cautiously: "What does the head mean?"

"Among these people, you are the best at concealment, tracking and object control, but is there a way to go deep into a place where even real people can't enter?"

Xu Lin's words were very clear, but what he said seemed simple and clear, but the meaning contained in it made people shudder.

Frowning silently, the Eagle Seal Daoist thought hard for a while, but he didn't have an accurate word back to Xu Lin, and Xu Lin was not in a hurry and said: "Think about it, it's very important to me." ”

After saying this, Xu Lin didn't say anything anymore, but walked to a flat bluestone on the shore of Qinghu Lake, and began to meditate with his eyes closed.

The blood killing monk used the corner of his eye to secretly glance at Xu Lin, and then looked at the Eagle Seal Daoist who was still pestle over there, shook his head and wanted to get up, and was embarrassed to pass, awkward for a long time, when he finally made up his mind, he was held down on the shoulder by the hate wolf who came over at some point and said: "Don't bother him, don't spoil the big thing of the head!"

In a word, he cleaned up the bloody monk again, and honestly sat with the wolf who hated the sky, but this gaze, glanced at Xu Lin for a while, and then looked at the frowning Eagle Seal Daoist, and sighed secretly, this day, when is it a leader!

Xu Lin never ignored the cultivation of the monks of the Black Bird Camp, according to what he said before, as long as these people could do everything he Xu Lin asked him to do, the rest of the things were easy to say.

And now sitting on the bluestone slab, his eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the rippling surface of Qinghu Lake from time to time, watching the moonlight sprinkle on those cold radiances, and then thinking of the things of the day, Xu Lin's body began to tense a little unnaturally, and pointed out the moment, a blue and red sword breath appeared awe-inspiringly in front of him, Xu Lin looked at the breath of the sword and two colors, sighed lightly, and then closed his eyes silently for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, it was the evil aura that aweed in the whole body, smiling at the world, and putting it all in a cold demeanor.

The voice even revealed a cold air of frost and cold weather: "Back to a fart!"

With the spit out of this turbid breath, Xu Lin's face finally had a hint of relief, and then looked at the sword qi in front of him that was still lingering, the golden snake between his eyebrows flashed, and he shivered coldly, only to feel a lightness in his heart, like a relief after the collapse of the mountain, which made Xu Lin unexpectedly happy.

Self-cultivation and re-cultivation of the gods is the previous statement of the realm of step void, and at the level of Xu Lin, any progress in the state of mind can be regarded as extremely valuable, and now that he has figured out the things that have been accumulated in his heart for a long time, he no longer has any baggage, and he suddenly feels breathed and refreshed, and he can't help but laugh again. (To be continued!)

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