Chapter 322

"Give up, our leader hates you officials most." The man disdained the tunnel.

Bai Qingzhen was silent and said with a smile, "in that case, you can say that qingluan is here."

The man was stunned.

He looked at the thin young man in front of him, who seemed to be able to be blown down by the wind. After a long time, he choked out a sentence: "it's impossible. You're talking nonsense!"

"Yes or no, just go to see Chen Yang."

The gatekeeper hesitated to see Bai Qinghu for a long time before reporting to Chen Yang.

Bai Qingzhen stood still and waited.

He wasn't like that before.

He was also a wanton young man, and later

White and clear hang down eyes.

A moment later, a figure came quickly to him.

He seemed to be a little worried. He gasped a little and stopped in front of Bai Qinghe.

He raised his eyes.

Mu Zi's painting skills are really good. The people in front of him have the same eyebrows as he painted. His eyes are very clear and shining.

There is still a trace of childishness between the edges and corners, just like the rising sun. Can be a black cover Guanghua, quiet as if breathing sound is hard to hear.

"Chen Yang," Bai Qingzhen said

Chen Yang looked at him, slightly stunned.

King qingluan.

It's really qingluan Jun.

He had a moment of confusion.

The wind swept past my ears, as if back to the time of Wulin Dabi. He was young at that time, and was taken by his master to open his eyes.

Of course, Shifu was on the stage. He was sitting down there.

The one who competed with master was a young man, dressed as white as snow, holding a long sword.

The sharp point of the sword is like a startling autumn water.

It was an autumn day, and the sun was very bright. Chen Yang squinted to see, can only see the young halo in the light, slightly blurred delicate facial features.

Master takes the lead in launching an attack. His figure is as fast as lightning. It is a common body method among assassins.

The boy calmly closed his eyes, even with a leisurely smile at the corner of his mouth.

In the shadow of the master, the young man suddenly opened his eyes, and the light of the sword flashed.

His sword came to a steady stop at master's neck.

The crowd exclaimed, followed by thunderous applause.

Chen Yang was also stunned.

Together with the assassins, the pursuit is fast and accurate, but up to now, he still hasn't figured out how the young man used the sword.

The master waved to him, and he stood in a rather awkward position.

The young man stood in front of him with his sword.

Master happily introduced to him: "this is my apprentice." He patted Chen Yang on the shoulder again, "this is qingluan."

The young man looked down at him. His beautiful eyes seemed to reflect the autumn sunlight. Chen Yang's heart leaped and he bowed his head in confusion.

The master hated the iron but said: "this child is good everywhere. It's just this temperament. We should practice it well. If I can be as good as qingluan, I will be relieved. "

Chen Yang blushed.

Hear the voice of youth clear and bright ring out: "do not get in the way, now this is very good."

"Some people like the thin snow in winter, others like the light of the sun. People in the world, each has its own twists and turns, each has its own joy. Why rigidly, why force? "

After a moment's silence, the master stroked his beard and said with a smile, "I've been taught, Mr. qingluan."

The boy turned his back and waved to them.

Chen Yang stares at the figure for a long time, and his eyes turn. The young man's appearance gradually coincides with the thin young man in front of him.

It is clear that there has been no change in facial features, but Chen Yang just thinks that there is something different.