Chapter 55： Head office anxiety

Although the name of Suzaku Wonderland is called Wonderland, it is not a **** in it, but a kind of half-demon and half-devil.

They are the most similar existence to the immortals on the continent of comprehension, and they are also known as "feathers."

The Yu people have lived in the Jiuhua Mountain puzzle for generations, and have their own peach blossom source, which has less to intervene in human affairs. However, after all, they are not all the blood of the immortal, but also half of the common flesh and blood, so they are not completely detached. They often appear in the turbulent order of the comprehension, appear in danger, and help the mortal to overcome the difficulties with their powerful spiritual power.

When the ink burned in the past, the Yumin had appeared in large numbers. However, their strength is better than the martial arts practiced in the ruthless world. In the end, all the feathers were burned and killed. He stepped on the stinky blood and stepped on the broken Jiao Yu.

A fire, the Suzaku Wonderland was destroyed.

It was a very crazy memory, and even afterwards, it would be cold and sweaty, soaking the vest. I only felt that I was being possessed by evil spirits at the time, and I was cruel.

But for now, he obviously has not yet competed with the feathers. In fact, because of the racial superiority, the spiritual power of most people who cultivated the immortals is under the feathers. The whole life and death can be compared with them. At present, there are only a few elders who are outstanding.

Xue Meng accidentally saw the burning face and was shocked: "What happened to you? How is your face so pale?"

"Nothing." The ink-burning eyelashes are sloppy, whispering, "I just ran anxiously."

The feathers of the people are the beginning of the tragedy of the previous generation. The whole heart of the ink burns to the throat. He thought that this thing will happen again after a while, why is this world, so many things Progress has become different from the past?

In the winter's life and death, a weak remnant sun hangs in the sky, and a long burst of white light shines.

The ink-burning station stood under the sun and could not help but pull the hand of the teacher.

The teacher said: "What happened?"

"..." The ink burned without speaking and shook his head.

Xue Zhengyi’s voice rang in a timely manner, and what he said was not much different from his last life.

"Today's call is located in front of the Danxin Temple, only after more than 80 years, the feathers and immortals are once again in the world. As with 80 years ago, the immortal left the peach blossoms and came to the world because the human beings were in danger. , specially come to help."

He paused and turned his head and slowly looked around at the black-pressed disciples.

"All of you know that the ghost enchantment is set by the beginning of the world. But for millions of years, the enchantment has gradually weakened, and every few decades, the enchantment will be broken again. Over the years, the power of the enchantment of the ghost world has become increasingly Weak, despite all the help -"

Xue Meng whispered: "Hey, it’s a nonsense. It’s almost always a teacher who is helping each other."

"Despite the help of all of you, but the loopholes in the ghost world are getting bigger and bigger, it will be completely broken as it was decades ago. When the spirits come, the ghosts will pass, the world and the ghost world will break the boundaries, mortals In order to avoid such tragedies, Yu Minxian will select some of the most suitable candidates for spiritual talent in all the martial arts schools, and go to Taohuayuan to close the cultivation."

When this statement came out, everyone was lost.

Yumin wants to take people to Taohuayuan Wonderland for cultivation? !

All the disciples were amazed by the clumps of excitement, no matter how talented, they all gave birth to some dark expectations.

Only the burning of a person is not happy, and the corners of the eyebrows are still faintly revealing a layer of anxiety. He is a good pseudo-decoration on weekdays, and he can't tell the truth. But at this moment, he can't conceal his emotions.

This matter is related to the death of the teacher. At that time, the teacher was chosen by the feathers to go to Taohuayuan. Soon after he returned, there was a massive collapse in the loopholes in the ghost world, and a large number of undeads climbed from **** to the world.

In that catastrophe, Shi Yi and Chu Yuning fought side by side, and they stood alone and stood side by side to repair the biggest flaw. However, the strength of the teacher’s sorrow is still unable to be peaceful with the late night of the Chu, and the countless ghosts will see that the Yangjie world will be closed, and the enemy will be rushed to the squad, and the army will be turned into a sigh of relief. In an instant, the division that strives to maintain the balance of enchantment runs through!

The evil spirits, the souls of the dead.

Chu nightning did not raise his hands and did not block each other. When he fell down from the top of the dragon column, he chose to use all the spells, and the enchantment of the teacher was not completed. Try to seal up!

It was snowing on that day, and the teacher fell from the high platform, just like a small piece in the thousands of crystals.

The snow is all over the sky, endless. So who cares which one of the six-sided ice crystals will melt, just like the infinite mortal generations, from birth to death for decades, except for the close relatives, who cares about the death of an ordinary person.

In the heavy snow, in the smoke, the ink burned the teacher who was weakened by breathing, and asked for a late night to look at the teacher and save the rescuer.

However, Chu Yuening eventually turned around and chose to invest in Qi Xueyuan. He chose to fulfill his own sentient beings, so he was annihilated.

How ridiculous.

What Chu loves likes, what he cares about, what he pursues are so ridiculous.

For example, Chu Yuning, who likes to listen to the rain and enjoy the lotus, likes the poems of Ai Ai of the Dugong Ministry, and is so eager to be a sincere and fearful.

For example, Chu Ning will care about the spring grass and live, and the autumn will die. It will care where there is smoke and smoke, and no one can live.

For example, Chu Yuning has always taught them, and there are people who are headed by all beings.

I can think of it, go to the **** beings!

Those people who don't know, don't care, are dead or alive, what is it with him?

In the rain of the late night of Chu, there is a wild soul with nowhere to go. In the grass, there are tears in the grass, and he can’t burn it. His rain is the ordinary rain, and the vegetation is the usual vegetation. Cangsheng is the two words written on paper, who **** cares.

Therefore, he thought that Chu Xi Ning was hypocritical, mean, full of morality and morality, as if he was in the heart of the world, but in his narrow mind, he even gave the position of an apprentice.

Later, he had asked Chu Jingning, asked him if you have a heartache? Are you upset? You said that all beings are headed for the end, but you are still alive, and you let the teacher listen to your words and die! It is you who killed him, you hypocritical, you liar!

Do you still have a heart?

When the teacher fell from the high platform, he was calling you, he was calling the teacher, did you hear it? Did you hear it? Why don't you save him... why don't you save him! !

Chu night, your heart is made of stone.

You have never...

Did not care about us.

You don't care... you don't care...

Later things are like that.

Chu late Ning became the innocent king of the true love of the real world. No one cares about the dead. The skeleton of the teacher is like a stone step that is not worth mentioning. The winner is stepping on the foot.

He took an insufficiency apprentice, in exchange for the river clear sea, the so-called world peace.

No one will say that he is wrong.

Only the ink burned and saw the crown of his forehead, so brilliant, it was made by the bones of the dead, and it was the death of the teacher who made him.

Hate the lungs.

"Hey, Xiaoxianjun."

"Hey--"

Suddenly there was a gentle hand that touched his forehead. The ink burned and stunned, and he got out of the black-eyed memories, and suddenly opened his eyes.

In front of it is Zhang Yan Ruofu, a delicate face like a stream. A feather fairy did not know when he had come to him, and he smiled at him.

"So a great opportunity, how is Xiaoxianjun going to God?"

"Ah, the fairy is blameless." The ink burned worried that people could see the difference, barely cheered up, and the feathers of the immortal smiled. "I love this person. I see that we are here, and I am looking forward to it." Can be selected, but also to see what Taoyuan Wonderland looks like, this can not help but immersed, lost instrument, lost instrument."

It turned out that at the time when the ink burned and lost, the Yumin had already begun to select the right person. It was also the most glimpse of his previous life, but it was full of entanglement, and even the surrounding movements were not aware.

The immortal ambassador made a sigh of laughter. However, when he opened his mouth, he said something that did not even come to mind: "I am jealous of your spiritual power, and it is rare to cultivate and qualify. If you want to go to the peach blossom source, then Let me go."

Ink burning: "..."

Ink burning: "!!!"

Go to the peach blossom source?

In the past, only the two teachers, Shi Yi and Chu Yu Ning, were selected. Why is this world--

His surprise was full of words, and it was a horrible thing to be fooled by the feathers. Therefore, the people around him were not surprised. They only looked at him with glamorous eyes.

The ink burned was brought to the Dan Heart Hall by the feathers. After the initial surprise, his heart beat vigorously and calmed down, but there was a glimpse of ecstasy in his eyes.

In this world, some things have changed.

Although at this moment he still does not know whether these changes are blessings or disasters, and the fate is changed, but at least he can also go to the peach blossom source, as long as he also followed the feathers to practice the technique, then the task of repairing the enchantment will be It may not fall on the teacher.

He is a rough man, has lived for two generations, and he does not know what is called the sentient beings.

But the teacher is the best person in the world to treat him. In front of this person, nothing is important.

Including this one with his own skin, half a return to the soul.

As long as the teacher is alive, he can not.

However, when the feathers were chosen by all the people and gathered in front of the Dan Heart Hall, the ink burned that the lineup was completely different from the previous life.

The teacher is still among the elected people. However, because of the practice of retreat, Chu Yuning missed the selection, so the last selected person did not have him. Instead, it turned out to be the little disciple of Xia’s elders.

What makes the ink more different is that Xue Meng was also invited by Taohuayuan. In the original words of Xian, he said: "You seem to have a sword on the body, and there are some meanings."

The sound of the bells from the bell tower is not far away, and it is long and deep, echoing in the whole life.

"Under the repair of the dead, the immortals are Xue Ziming, Mo Weiyu, Shi Mingjing, Xia Sisui, a total of four people." Yu Minxian led the communication with Xue Zhengyi, released a voice Brother.

She raised her hand and let the bright-eyed bird stop at the fingertips. The sound continued: "Today, see these four people, the talent is right, the nature is pure, and it is a good person. Specially, Ming Xian."

After all, the bird flies. The elder brother recorded her words, fluttering a strong wing, and soon disappeared into the sky.

Going to Taohuayuan to practice fairy tales is a rarer encounter than seeking for martial arts. No one will refuse. And because the refining of the immortals is to resist the massive collapse of the ghost world, this is the responsibility of the immortal, and no one can refuse.

The practice time is as short as several months and as long as three or five years.

Yumin is not inhuman, see the end of the year, specifically to let them have a good New Year's Eve, and then take them to Jiuhuashan Taohuayuan.

In the near future, the ink-burning thought will go to Taoyuan with the teacher to practice, and I can’t help but feel happy. But this joy did not last long, and it slowly subsided. He didn't understand what it was at first, until one day passed by Nanxun, who died of death, and he looked up at the enchanted red lotus.

The footsteps of the ink burned slowly, and finally did not move, stopped in the same place, looking up at the distant mountains.

The late retreat of Chu has been more than three months.

In this world, the hatred of this person seems to fade away... Even if I repeatedly tell myself, don’t forget that Chu’s face is abandoning him and the teacher’s face, but sometimes he still can’t help but hide. Such as hemp.

Xia Shi rebelled with him. At this time, he saw a different look. He saw him staring at Nanfeng, and his heart frowned. He asked, "What happened?"

"Little teacher, you said that before we left, he couldn't get out?"

"……he?"

"Ah." The ink burned for a moment, and returned to God. He smiled at Chu’s late night. When they got along with each other, he felt that this younger brother was very wise and sensible, and he was very fond of it. "I am talking about my master. Is the elder of Yuheng."

Chu nightning: "It turned out to be..."

The ink sighed and muttered: "He has never been closed for so long. Is it really hurt in Jin Chengchi?"

This is the first time he has taken the initiative to mention his master.

Chu night Ning Mingming is known to be impossible, but still can't help but ask: "You... can you think about him?"

The author has something to say: the dog, this is a sub-question, you answer the teacher. Today's plot is not an easy story, no small theater breaks the rhythm, scratching his head~