Chapter 222： [蛟山] Cry

Xue Meng was stunned for a while, only to feel the strength, and angered at Mei Hanxue: "Dog stuff, who are you stupid?"

Xue Zhengyi pulled him: "Menger!"

"This person said that I am stupid!"

"Okay, you got it wrong, and Xue Mingming didn't say anything."

"That's because he lowered his voice in my ear!!"

Noisy here, Jiang Yan is counting the wounded and checking the situation. The result of the review is that Jiang Yan let everyone fix the moment in the same place, the healing of the healing, the meditation of the meditation. No way, the most fierce fighting power is consumed a lot, just like the bow is not yet full, the arrow has been blunt, so rashly continue to move forward, if there is a sudden change, I am afraid not to cope.

After telling them, Jiang Yan walked to Nangong Temple: "Nangong, I have something to ask you."

"Gui Jiangmen please speak."

Jiang Yan did not speak, but first looked at Ye Yexi Shi.

Nangong said: "She doesn't have to evade."

"It's better to avoid it." Jiang Yan said, his eyes fell, and he stopped at the heart of Nangong. It was the location of Nangong's spiritual core.

After the leaves have been forgotten, Jiang Yan sat down next to Nangong Temple.

"What about your spiritual core? Are you planning to squat?"

Nangong’s eyes fainted: “I don’t know how to tell her.”

"Are you afraid that she will dislike you? In fact, you think too much, Ye girl is not -"

"No." Nangong驷 interrupted Jiang Yan’s words. "I am not afraid that she will dislike me. I am just afraid that she will be sad."

"..." Jiang Yan was silent for a while, and seemed to be stabbed by the inexplicable pride of Nangong. He laughed. "You are really confident."

"Ginger palm is wrong. I am not confident, I believe her."

When Jiang Yan listened to his tone very hard, he faintly said: "You are now in the Pingyang, but you still talk to me in this tone, I am not afraid that I will find you trouble later?"

"you will not."

Jiang Yan paused: "Is this letter to me?"

"Along the way, I also know what kind of person Jiang Jiangmen is." Nangong said, "So I thought I would tell you when I thought my life was cut off."

"..." Jiang Yan has been staring at Nangong, until he mentions it, he turned his eyes away. "Now you are still alive, are those words still counted?"

"Doing a number." Nangong said, "When I defeated Xu Shuanglin, I will speak with everyone."

Jiang Yan did not speak. After a while, he said: "Nan Gong Yu, I regret that I can't see the Confucianism Gate in your hands. Otherwise, it can be regarded as a higher opponent."

Nan Gongyi answered very calmly, but he also had his arrogance: "The head is still wrong. The best thing about the Confucianism, I have fortunately learned."

When Jiang Yan rarely refutes others, there are few times when he is not sneering, and there is little time to admire or agree with others. However, he has not been trying to deny Nangong’s words for a long time. He finally said: “Don’t say this, ask you a more important thing.”

"...I know what the head is going to ask." Nangong squatted on the naurus in the quiver, and the wolf was injured. The forehead smashed the fur and was still bleeding. "But why Lushan suddenly loses control." It is not my knowledge of the willingness to violate the head of the door. I also feel that it is impossible."

Jiang Yandao: "There is no trace of clues? You think about it again, is there any secret about the Confucianist Gate, is it about this mountain?"

Nangong驷 shook his head and said: "No. The Nangong family has known for generations to listen to the orders of the family, but the first place must be the ancestor of Changying."

“Absolutely no one else?”

"Absolutely not. The first master recognized by the dragon's soul is too much, and will never change."

In the eyes of Jiang Yan, the face is indefinite, and a face becomes more and more sullen because of the stalemate: "How did Xu Shuanglin do it?"

"I don't want to understand." Nangong suddenly paused. Jiang Yan thought that he thought of something. He turned to look at him. He found that he looked straight at a person in the distance and followed his eyes. Jiang I saw the Nangong Liu who was eating orange peeling.

Nangongyi has been trying not to look at his father who was made into a pawn, but when he touched it, his expression was immediately unstoppable and extremely painful. Jiang Yan is actually a very old man with Xu Shuanglin and Xue Zhengyi. It is just because the cultivation method is different, so he still looks young and handsome. But this has nothing to do with his mentality. His mentality has not been so fascinating. He looked at Nangong, and he couldn’t bear it for a while. He said, "Don’t watch."

"..."

"Don't look again."

Nangong Temple seemed to have spent all his efforts to tear his eyes away from his father. When he fell down, his shoulders seemed to tremble slightly, and finally he buried his face in his palm, but he could not cover the sob in the voice.

He muttered hoarsely and tried to stagger the subject: "I don't want to understand how Xu Shuanglin did it, but it was a dragon that was too tamed..."

The shoulders are getting more and more violent.

Jiang Yan has been stiff and his face has been very faint, but he finally reached out and patted Nan Gong's shoulder. He seems to want to comfort Nangong's two sentences, but he has never comforted him. In the end, he only said: "It doesn't matter, people have their own lives. Although you and your father have troubled this situation, they still have fathers and sons. One, you see me, the year of the destiny, no child. I want to open."

After talking about Nangong, of course, he did not care about him. He also felt dry and said that it was worse than not saying it.

Jiang Yan got up and said a little: "I will go somewhere else and you will rest for a while, and I will continue to move forward later."

"..."

"Right, what is the front?"

Nangong sighs the channel: "Dragon soul pool."

"What is this for?"

"That is the blood pool of the spirit of the evil dragon." Nangong said, "The **** of the dragon is sleeping in the pool. Every year, people of the Confucianism must worship it."

When Jiang Yan listened, he frowned. Finally, he said, "I hope there will be no more situation there."

Everyone in this vestibule rested for half a hour, and the wounded and the spiritually depleted people were gradually recovering with the help of the healing monks.

Jiang Yan looked at the "good" and "bad" that Xu Shuanglin had made on both sides. The two extremes, the eyebrows wrinkled more and more tightly.

What kind of thing is this non-competitive thing, what does Xu Shuanglin do? Is it good to look at?

Listening to Nangong, who was made into a chess piece, a squatting one, it seems that Xu Shuanglin regarded himself as an emperor, and divided these into black and white and good and evil, as their own subjects?

He walked all the way to see the past, and finally came to Nangong Liu, who was sitting on his bamboo basket and slowly peeling the oranges.

Jiang Yan paused for a moment, suddenly leaned over, and did not give up on the sentence before he had already asked him: "Can you take us to kneel there?"

Nangong Liu is still the same answer as before: "There are things to do under your Majesty. How can you see and see you?"

"..." Jiang Weishou is not pleased. "There is no use at all. The pustules of waste are waste pustules. Whether they are alive or made into pieces, they are all waste pustules."

Nangong Liu was smashed by him, and his neck shrunk and narrowed his neck. A very weak look hugged his orange vine basket. After a while, he cried and cried: "How are you so fierce? I am useless or not. Use, I was originally a waste pustule. What can you do if you are fierce?"

He cried loudly and attracted everyone around him.

Chu Xiaoning also tempered and meditation at this time, he frowned. "This Nangong Liu is strange."

Ink burning asked: "What?"

"I can't say it." Chu said, "I feel that this person is Nangong Liu, but it is not right, it seems that it is not the Nangong Liu I know."

The ink burned and stared at the other side. Jiang Yan’s positive color was blue and the Nangong Liu was smashed, while Nangong Liu twitched, and from time to time he took two hands and squinted his eyes.

"..." The ink burned his actions, and he did not feel right. He couldn’t tell the violation. He seemed to see a child with a middle-aged head, which made him goose bumps. Suddenly, the ink burned a bit and muttered, "Children..."

"what?"

When the ink burned, he turned his head and asked: "Master, do you think that he is like a child?" He said that he saw the Nangong Liu for a while, and saw Nangong Liu actually began to take his sleeves and snot. "There is still a child who is only five or six years old."

He said this, Chu Jingning looked again, and sure enough.

Although Nangong Liu is still in his forties, he has revealed this kind of stupidity.

Chu night Ning whispered: "What did Xu Shuanglin do to him, let his gods remember, only to be five or six years old?"

Ink burning: "Master is waiting, I will try."

"How do you try?"

The ink burned and he did not answer. He was in the eyes of the public, walked to the side of Nangong Liu, picked up an orange and handed it to him, and tried to say, "Don't cry, eat an orange."

"I don't eat, I have already eaten it, this is dedicated to His Majesty."

The ink burned the oranges back into the basket and asked, "Who is your majesty?"

Jiang Yandao: "What use? I have not tried this sentence long ago."

Sure enough, Nangong Liudao: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty is your Majesty, who else you can."

The ink burned was not discouraged, but then asked him the second sentence: "Well, your majesty is your majesty, you are so loyal and sensible, you know, you will be very happy. Yes, I have been asking you about your majesty. The matter, haven't asked you yet, little brother, what is your name?"

Huang Xiaoyue was impatiently beside him. He was sneering and talking twice. Jiang Yan stopped him and shook his head. He also implicitly felt that something was wrong.

Nangong Liu, holding a basket of oranges, looked at the ink for a while, and then said a little, "My name is Nangong Liu."

The ink burned and smiled and touched the head of Nangong Liu, and asked quietly: "I know, my name is ink burning, I am twenty-two this year, what about you?"

"I, I am five years old..."

"!!"

For a time, the birds were silent.

Nangong Liu’s answer was not sound, but the people around him were quietly looking here, so his fierce “I’m five years old” was like a thunderstorm, and it exploded in the hall.

Almost everyone was shocked.

If it is not the situation, I am afraid that many people in the room will laugh, laughing and tears - five years old? Five years old?

Three years ago, I wanted them to believe that the head of the first martial art in the world would be shrunk in a basket of oranges and muttered: "I am five years old." These people probably would rather believe that the sow will go to the tree.

Can Nangong Liu clearly said this sentence clearly at this moment, a group of people are listening to stupid, zombie in the same place, you look at me, I look at you, do not know what this is.

Jiang Yan stepped forward and asked: "What do you do in this house every day?"

Nangong Liu quickly went to the ink and retracted, slamming the ink sleeves: "Big brother, I don't want to talk to him, this uncle is so fierce..."

Jiang Yan: "..."

Nangong Liu is bigger than his age. He dreamed that he would not think that Nangong Liu would call him an uncle one day.

There is some sorrow in the smoldering. If it is really a five-year-old child, he is still used, but at this time he is holding a man who is full of pleats. The mouth of the ink burner was pumped, and the coughing two comforted: "Well, you don't care about him, then I will ask you, what do you do in this house every day?"

Jiang Yan's eyes widened - he was somewhat admired at this time, can this kid, can this endure?

"I pick oranges every day, pick up the oranges and wash them, then give them back and wait for him to come out to eat." Nangong Liudao, "His favorite tea, he can eat a whole basket a day. This mountain What was originally grown at the foot was a tree that only blossomed and did not bear fruit. When you said it was boring, all of them were replaced with orange trees. I also think that the orange trees are good and the fruit is sweet."

He whispered and whispered, and suddenly his eyes were a little bleak: "Unfortunately, these days, the body is always not very good. After picking a basket, he can only eat half of it..."

Jiang Yan grabbed the key: "Is my body recently bad?"

Nangong Liu is very revengeful, pouting, drumming and helping: "I hate, I don't talk to you."

Jiang Yan endured for a moment, couldn't resist, quickly turned his head and took his face and nose.

Huang Xiaoyue asked with concern: "What happened to Jiang Jiangmen?"

"Don't talk to me." Jiang Yan frowned in disgust, no longer willing to see the giant child Nangong Liu, who was pouting over there. "I am a little disgusted."

Ink burning: "How bad is your body?"

"That is... it is always coughing, the blood is coughing out, he is very thin, so thin and willing to eat, there are many places on his body are rotten..." Nangong Liu said, tears replied Like a broken column, I cried in tears. "I am worried about him. If he is gone, what should I do? No one will accompany me anymore, talk to me, feed me to eat oranges." ""

"He...he still feeds you to eat oranges?"

However, as seen from the Confucianism Gate last time, the two brothers Nangong Liu and Xu Shuanglin were simply **** and enmity. Xu Shuanglin did not continue to take Lingqi fruit live. His brother is already a miracle, feeding the oranges?

I can't imagine it.

Jiang Yan is indulged in depression: "Many places are rotten..."

Xue Zheng said: "It sounds like a counter-attack of the chess game?"

The smoldering is also very clear about this. The three major banned games, if the practitioner is not enough, and forcibly manipulates the pieces too many times, the body will begin to fester slowly.

When he first started practicing in the past, he also rotted. Starting from the toes, when he was burning, he was afraid of being discovered by Chu, and he never dared to act rashly. Later, he invented the "community of the heart" and continued to cultivate. Later, he became the emperor of the emperor, and he was full of spiritual power. He could control a thousand horses without a concerted heart, but the necrotic left foot and small toe could no longer be restored.

The ink burned and felt strange.

The zombies outside are obviously manipulated by the unity of the heart. Only the corpses that can move freely in this hall are completely controlled by Xu Shuanglin’s spiritual power.

Since Xu Shuanglin can't support so many pieces, why do you have to pay for it?

It’s useless to be trapped here, Jiang Yan said: “Go ahead.”

The gate leading to the Dragon Soul Pond also needs to be opened. This machine has not been smashed. After the start, the front door of the seven-star squadron is inlaid with a rumbling sound. The stone door is shrunk into the wall. The nave of the Temple of Heaven slowly showed his appearance in front of everyone.

It is a hexagonal closed palace, the walls are wet and damp, and there is a rough Tenglong relief at the top of the zenith. The bones are distinct and the eyes are roaring. This dragon has an oil lamp in it, and I don’t know it. What oil, the light that burned out is actually blue and blue.

In the center of the temple, there is a pool of blood red floating foam, and it is steaming outside.

Nangong said: "This is the Dragon Soul Pool, and the Dragon God's God is sealed in this blood pool."

Some people want to get closer to seeing it, Nangong said: "Don't look at it, this pool is very evil. If you stare at it for a long time, your mind will be scattered. Let's go."

The group walked by the side of the blood pool under the leadership of Nangong Temple. They walked into the corridor behind the nave. Although there was no day, there was no reference, but the ink burned them and they were always going uphill.

In this section of the road, there was a fragrant scent of light, and then Nangong Liu stopped. In front of him was a door narrower than the front, but decorated with jewels.

"After the door is opened, take another road, which is the exit of the ramp." Nangong said, "After going out, it is the last place in the Temple of Heaven, called the Soul Taiwan, and Xu Sulin should be on the Soul."

Huang Xiaoyue suddenly asked: "How many places does the Confucianism Gate Temple go to? The front hall, the dragon blood pool, and the soul-hunting platform?"

"Not bad."

"Is there no secret room?" He was anxious and almost said to be a secret room. Fortunately, he responded in time. "I mean, Xu Shuanglin may also be in the secret room."

Nan Gongyi looked at him meaningfully, and that kind of vision really looked at Huang Xiaoyue a little embarrassed. Finally, Nangong said: "Go ahead and go to the soul station and read it."

Opening this last door, you need the blood of the Nangong family. Nangong驷 wiped his blood on the eye of the stone door dragon. The organs on the door moved and turned, and then heard a faint sigh.

Huang Xiaoyue stunned: "Who is talking?!"

Then he pointed to Nangong and said: "You kid will not be swindling? Please join us?"

Nangong Yu said indifferently: "If you can't believe me, I can still go out now, sit in the hall and wait."

Huang Xiaoyue certainly refused, but he left his mind before he entered. This way, he found that all important thresholds need the blood of the Nangong family to open, and the legendary treasure house must be the same. So before Huang Xiaoyue entered the door, his hand intentionally or unintentionally wiped a hand on the longan, secretly stained some of the blood of Nangong...

Suddenly, an empty voice rang in the dark road.

"Where are you, who?"

Huang Xiaoyue made a guilty conscience, and he almost jumped up. Others also looked around and looked forward. Nangong said: "There is the seventh generation of the Confucianism, Nangong Temple."

"Don't leave... Welcome... Master..."

After the voice slowly said this sentence, it turned out to be awkward.

"The separation is the name of the dragon." Nan Gongyi said to Jiang, "Ginger, please."

Jiang Yan looked at the front of the road, about a hundred feet away from the place, revealing the white light, presumably there is the soul-stricken stage, Jiang Yan walked a few steps forward, suddenly the earth slammed again, the ethereal The voice of the voice rang again.

"Don't leave, welcome... Lord... people..."

"What happened to this dragon?" Jiang Yan frowned. "Do you say it twice in the same sentence?"

However, the face of Nangong Temple has changed. He immediately turned his head to see the direction of the soul-striking platform. The light and shadow suddenly flashed slightly. He had not had time to see it clearly. He had already heard the screaming voice in the ear, followed by the skylight. There was a flood of water.

Nangong’s pupils gathered and screamed: “Run!!”